••• Lina’s POV •••

I entered a crowded and noisy bar; the lights and the smell of alcohol were dizzying.

Going toward the bar area, I waved to the bartender.

“What’s your poison?” he asked with impatience as there were many customers who needed to be served.

I leaned against the bar counter to get closer to him and gave him a password I had received in advance in a low voice.

He surveyed me with vigilance but reached into his pocket and handed me a key the next second.

Ignoring his unfriendly gaze, I took the key and went into a small hidden room at the end of the...