"Eva," Jace muttered as he followed her in, "you're not using me for some revenge plot, right?"
She didn't even slow her step. "Why do you care? We both get what we want. You get your power, and that little bitch gets to lose hers. We're all happy… well, except for her."
Jace narrowed his eyes, about to push back, but the words caught in his throat when he finally looked around the bar.
The place wasn't loud like he expected. No pounding music, no rowdy laughter. Instead, it felt like walking into a circus tent stripped of the glamour.
To his left, a man leaned back in his chair, calmly levitating a beer bottle between his fingers.
Across from him, another meta flicked his thumb, the tip glowing like a lighter as he lit someone else's cigar.
Everywhere he looked, there was something off. Subtle things that would look crazy on the street but here, blended into the background.
A woman with skin that shimmered faintly, scales showing whenever the light caught her.
