A large man, with a rather red face and narrow green eyes, was walking around, taking a great yet somewhat detached interest in the proceedings on the floor of the Club.

"He's the owner, "St Just murmured in Bainca's ear.

All around a large dance floor, there were small curtained alcoves. The entire entry level in the room was something else, and Bianca shrank into St Just’s figure. He looked down at her, amused and slightly pitying.

She simply did not like it.

And she was making no bones to show it.

*

Bianca clung to St. Just’s hand as she stepped to one of the curtained alcoves. Just then,...