Amara's POV

The city lights blurred into streaks of color as the Uber sped through the night. I watched them pass, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. I had told Eli and his nanny a half-truth, that I had to work late, but the reality was a far cry from my usual corporate duties. The destination was a place I'd only ever heard whispered about—a place where the city's underbelly met its elite, a place called The Serpent's Kiss. It was the name Capricorn had given me, a name that ...