House of Ambrosia?
My brows rose as I stared up at the towering building with six stories.
The whole structure glimmered with lanterns, dozens upon dozens, far more vibrant than the ones lining the streets outside.
Crimson, jade, amber, and sapphire glass panes poured shifting light down the cobblestones, so dazzling that the crowd gathering at its doors looked bathed in a rainbow haze. It felt almost unreal.
"Is this some sort of a diner—" I began, but I didn't even finish the thought before Raye seized my hand. She yanked me forward with the strength of someone twice her size.
My heels scraped against the stone as I stumbled after her, startled at how much power her small frame held.
"Come on, just trust me!" she laughed, the sound bright and ringing, and in seconds she had dragged me past the threshold.
The doors swung wide, brushing against my shoulders, and sheer curtains hung just a few feet beyond them, billowing as if stirred by invisible breath.
