Chapter 20: Immortal Reflections

Half an hour later, we walked into the infamous Immortal Reflections. It was everything that you'd expect a blood bunny club to be. Black floor, black walls, black ceiling. The booths and the bar were red to offset the black. And to remind the patrons of blood, if I had to guess. The whole thing was so… cringey.

It was as if they were trying to dress it up as something vampires would like. But my mind flitted back to Bloodrose Court and how light and airy it was. The furniture was all white. This was the last place a vampire would be caught dead in. Pun intended.

We hesitated by the door before a middle-aged, balding man came up to us, wringing his hands in obvious anxiety.

"Hello," he said, his voice high and nasally. "Welcome to Immortal Reflections." He gestured behind him as if he was welcoming us to Buckingham Palace. I glanced at Duncan and had to look away quickly. By the look on his face, he was trying just as hard as me not to laugh.