Chapter 93

Bria's pov

“Is that her?” A woman in her early twenties whisper-yelled over the booming music to her friend as I made my way through the dancing clubbers of club Vesper.

“Yes. It's her.” The friend managed to lace venom into the otherwise harmless response.

They weren't the only ones whispering to themselves, several others were chittering quietly among themselves, their eyes following me like mag