“That’s my friend Flint,” I say. “Not Vale.”
“But—”
“He’s a Shifter,” I explain. “He steals faces.”
“Hi,” Flint says cheerfully.
He shifts, wearing our face. It’s kind of funny to see us wearing an oversized suit. He looks ridiculous.
Mercy gasps.
“Triplets,” I say, delighted.
“That’s terrifying,” Mercy says. “And impressive.”
I pull out a midnight-blue dress. It’ll do.
“Bathroom. Now. We don’t have much time.”
Mercy clutches the dress to her chest, biting her lip nervously.
“Won’thebe furious?” she whispers.
“Who cares?” I grin. “It’s our birthday.”
Minutes later, we’re slipping back through the gates. I laugh the whole way to the truck.
“I can’t believe we did that,” Mercy says, eyes shining.
Flint shifts back and grins like a maniac.
“Shit,” Gray says, scratching his hair. “It worked.”
Rei whoops as we drive into the city.
There is one nightclub in Division Two. There are more in Division One and the capital, where the people indulge in entertainment and debauchery more. But around these parts,Nightmareis as good as it gets.
Obsidian wallpaper stretches like rubber along the wall, broken by silver accents. Strobe lights flash from the ceiling, casting prismatic shards across the space. Music pulses, spreading through my body like a live wire. Couples dance on the luminous floorboards, bodies coiled like snakes.
The scent of sweat and cologne thickens the air.
“I got us a booth,” Gray says.
He threads his fingers through mine, guiding us through the crowd.
“You look irresistible,” he whispers.
“Your staring gave that away,” I say.
“Humbleness is a virtue, Vee.” He pokes me in the side. “You could do with a bit of it.”
“Never claimed to be virtuous,” I say with a wicked smile. “You should know better.”
We reach the stairs that lead to the second floor. And that’s when I see them.
My feet screech to a halt.
Knox, Spider, Orion, and Clover fill the large U-shaped seat.
