Maisie
"You can't go in there, ma'am."
The bouncer took up most of the doorway.
He was enormous. Not quite Lycan-sized, but close enough.
"I'm with Quinlan."
His expression remained blank. "I was given specific orders not to let you in."
Somewhere behind him a door opened and faint laughter spilled through, followed by the sounds of… moaning.
My fingers curled into fists.
The Lycans had brought me here, claimed they had a bit of business to conclude that wouldn't take long, assigned me a werewolf guard who kept growling at every man who approached me, and disappeared through those doors.
It'd been thirty minutes and I was beyond irritated.
I'd watched man after man, and a few women stumble out of those doors, looking dazed, skins flushed, clothes ruined or askew, and very… satisfied. I didn't need the Goddess to tell me what the hell was going on in there.
