Betty's POV

The black Pantheon was a club that no one knows what truly happens inside..

He led me toward the door. He rapped the raven knocker twice like a code. The lock clicked and the door opened silently.

Warm amber light and low jazz spilt out.

The first room was restrained elegance. A quiet bar bathed in low light with low music. Men in tailored suits murmuring over crystal glasses. Everything was controlled and civilised; nothing felt off about it.

A handful of masked ...