Davina's POV

We arrived in the heart of the upscale shopping district. The sidewalks were huge and clean, sprawling beneath ornate gas-powered streetlamps.

The first store made me shiver with the feeling of being somewhere I didn’t belong at all. It had a black façade with one word printed in huge rose gold letters on the window: TRIBE. There weren’t mannequins in the display box, just a shadowy waterfall of black curtains.

“Lotta, are you sure we’re in the right place?”

“I know it ...