Chapter 115

Silas had agreed to this for exactly one reason.

Lyra.

The place looked like a fire hazard wrapped in neon and bad decisions. Lights strobed across the walls in aggressive blues and purples. Fog hugged the floor like it was waiting for instructions. The noise level suggested at least three future headaches and one possible lawsuit.

He took it in with a measured scan. Entrances. Exits. Elevated pla