Since Zane had left his car, striding toward the club, he had wondered what to do to get access to the undergrounds of the club, which he already knew existed—one that had been confirmed the moment he had stepped inside the building.
From the normal eye, there was nothing special to see. Nothing that suggested the hidden layers beneath the music, lights, and noise.
But Spider was never wrong with coordinates, and since he wasn't seeing any big figure here—since a big figure couldn't even risk being seen in a place like this—he knew there was a door.
A hidden door. One that led to the inner carcass of the club, a concealed artery pulsing beneath the surface.
And that was what he wanted, not a night out.
His skin crawled as the lady he had seen earlier finally touched his arm softly, her fingers light, her scent drifting through his nostrils in a slow, invasive wave.
