The night Club Eden swallowed Raven Knight whole, she wasn’t wearing red, but she should have been. She stepped through the velvet-draped entrance in fitted black slacks, a satin top that caught the light like oil, and a pair of heels she borrowed from her best friend Talia. Her press badge was tucked into the lining of her purse, a necessary betrayal. No one got inside Eden without a story, and hers was as carefully crafted as the lies written on her face.She wasn’t here as Raven Knight, investigative journalist for The Mirror. Tonight, she was Raye Kincaid, aspiring dancer, newcomer to the city, and too naïve to understand that the club she walked into wasn’t just elite, it was owned by the devil himself.Her heels clicked across the marble floor like a metronome for the music pulsing overhead. The air was thick with perfume, sweat, and something darker, something feral. Women glided past her in lingerie and glitter, men lounged with lowball glasses in hands, and every wall was bat
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