Malini’s note said Ethan would be behind the bar at 1:15 a.m., but Abigail wanted time to scope out the place. With a virgin Soulkeeper, she needed to be prepared. If Lucifer had her followed, there could be trouble.A throbbing mass of people packed the dance floor, glimpses of the bar flashing between flesh and sweat. Squares of glass lined the walls and the front of the bar, lit from within by blue light. Latin pop delivered an intoxicating rhythm that moved the crowd as one, a living organism rising and falling with the beat. She edged her way around the crowd, near the booths with black leather bench seats and lime green curtains, taking in everyone and everything the way only a creature of the night could."Do you want to dance?" The woman who cut Abigail off was stunning, with long brunette hair, blue eyes, and a figure that rivaled Abigail’s illusion. She could’ve been a Watcher, but she smelled human."Sorry, I can’t," Abigail said."Too bad. You’re the hottest thing in this place." Smiling, the woman blended back into the mass of bodies.Abigail perused the faces in front of her, couples pressed against each other in the dark.
