[Alaric]

It was nearly seven-thirty when Lana and I pulled up to the Emberwood Recreational Center. The parking lot was jammed—a sea of luxury cars, with formally dressed people streaming toward the entrance.

What the hell is this?

I killed the engine and got out, walking around to open the door for Lana. "What is this, Lan?" I asked as she slid out. "I didn’t know we were having a function tonight. I thought there was a meeting—"

I looked at her. She stood there, beautiful, with a ...