Thirty-Four † Dead End

Five hundred bucks. That's how much Ulysses charged access to the VIP lounge. Five hundred bucks. Per person.

Paying that not only made Kat a thousand dollars poorer, it also caused some delay, which allowed Damien to waltz inside undisturbed. Now she and Calix had no idea where that turd went.

The layout of the lounge didn't help, either.

First off, it shouldn't even be a lounge. In Kat's eyes, this area of the club was more an entire hotel floor. It was a series of hallways with private rooms, made extremely fancy with crystal chandeliers, plushy red carpets, cream-colored walls gilded with gold, and a mirror ceiling that did nothing to help them navigate.

Now Kat and Calix were strolling around aimlessly, clueless on where to start, trying to use the lights as a guide. However, the tiny orange sparks were scattered around the place, as directionless as they were.

When she asked him about this, he just said, "The lights are guides, not pointers. There are many factors that affect th