Ruhn Danaan knew three things with absolute certainty.

This party was bitchin’, the liquor was doing its job, and you were an absolute fucking siren.

Lunathion was a cesspool, wild and dangerous but fun if you knew where to look.

It was easy to keep your head down here, to blend in where needed to avoid attention, no one paid much mind. That’s why you liked it so much, if you had known you attracted his gaze you probably would left a long time ago—but you gripped your cup of fae liquor and wormed your way through the bodies.

The neon cast everything in a hazy purple glow and the music thumped so loud it was in your very lungs, but you were determined not to get side tracked, you came here for a reason…you couldn’t get distracted now.

Not when—

“Hey.” A voice calls to you as you attempt to round the corner.