Ridley muttered from her seat on the dank basement floor.“You think?” Link sat next to her, staring up at the ceiling, where some kind of plumbing leaked through the planks and plaster.Not just a hellhole. A prison, she thought. You could almost hear the rats scurrying behind the kegs.How did I end up in a dirty basement in the bottom of a nightclub in Brooklyn? Afraid for my future? Hiding from Silas Ravenwood?They waited in silence. There wasn’t much left to talk about at a time like this.Twenty-four hours of planning didn’t make tonight any better. The band had still ridden to the club in tense silence. The moldy basement beneath Sirene was still dank and deserted. Nox was still pacing in his office as if it was opening night.It wasn’t.There were no Casters crowding in. No DayGlo Sirenes selling Nectar of the Gods. No bartenders, no band.Not on this level of the club, which had been locked off from the rest of the world, just as Nox had promised Silas it would be.This storage room made the Underground look like the Happiest Place on Earth.Ridley could feel the bass beat begin pounding through the walls.
