XLVIII. Kalipso

Elena

I walk down a dark alley, listening to any noise. I am in Croydon, one of the most violent neighborhoods in London, looking for Kalipso. Tracking him was not as easy as it seemed. It took me ten days of asking and even beat the shit out of very young vampires to find out where the scumbag is hiding.

I finally find the place I am looking for, “The dead harpy.” It is a pub only for shapeshifters. Two big demon bouncers are at the entrance. They take a look at me, and before letting me in, one of them says, “ No fight aloud.”

I enter and look around. Vampires, werewolves, jaguars, tigers, berserkers, and others are sitting at tables and drinking. “The dead harpy” is a neutral place. The rule is that all species have to get along while here.

I go to the bar and sit on one of the chairs.

“What will it be?” the bartender a

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