Chapter 21: "Dance with me."

Caelum’s pov.

Few things can satisfy me.

Among that list of things isn’t a night wasted.

I’m discontent and this city reeks.

I chortle at that because no wonder Ulric’s been here for so long. The bastard’s probably contributed to the stink for as long as he could, and he might be one of the major contributors.

Ragnar’s response in my mind is a dry ~ha ha ha~, I shoot him a mental side glare, mainly because he’s been composed tonight at least. For one thing he’s stopped trying to order me around.

His insistence that I go back to Sophia has faded, maybe all we needed was a ride. I couldn’t enjoy myself the way I planned to though. The clubs in this city, they reek.

The bell above me chimes as I open the door and walk into the bar. It’s empty, and in its emptiness, I find peace.

Only Seb’s here, currently backing me, always working.

I sit on a stool and something in me squirms, in a single definitive wiggle.

I try to ignore it but it moves again, setting some warmth behind my eyes and in