Three days after securing VIP access, I was in the middle of studying the Velvet Room's upper floor layouts when my phone buzzed.
Vivienne: I need a favor.
Me: What kind of favor?
Vivienne: The kind that involves you wearing a suit and pretending to like boring people.
Me: Sounds terrible. I'm in.
Vivienne: There's a supernatural community gala tomorrow night. Thornwood Coven is hosting. I need a date who won't embarrass me.
Me: You sure I'm the right choice for that?
Vivienne: You're a good liar who can hold a conversation about art and doesn't try to impress everyone in the room. That's exactly what I need. Plus, my coven keeps trying to set me up with 'suitable' men and I'm sick of it.
Me: Using me as a shield. I'm honored.
Vivienne: Don't be. I'll make it worth your while. Pick you up at 7?
Me: I'll be ready.
I set down the phone, and Sarah looked up from where she was cleaning weapons across the room.
"Something came up?"
"Networking opportunity."
