I don’t think that Ladies Night is a typical strip club. For one, it’s the only one I worked at, and the women I worked with thought it was a step above some of the other clubs, but that was because Joe was obsessed with staying on the good side of the military police. Continue reading “Vradin, Chapter Two”
My demarcation day started, like any other typical day in Western Washington, in the rain. Before that day, my life was normal, or as normal as any life gets. Mundane. Certainly, I never dreamed that shape shifters were real, and the only people I knew who thought magic wasn’t an act you went to Vegas to check out wore pentacles and talked up Wicca.
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