Was this a bad idea? Was she setting herself up to get hurt?
Luna didnβt want to leave Illunis, because it made her feel safe in all the recent madness, and so she leaned over the bar. βEzio,β she motioned to the bartender. βKeys?β From on his belt, Ezio undid a key chain and passed it to her, but not before glancing over at Will. She made a face at him and shook her head. It wasnβt like that.
Keys in hand she pushed off the bar and led Will down a corridor, the music still pounding against the walls. But at the back she unlocked a black door and opened up into a room as decorated as any of the others, but currently devoid of people.
Luna knew these velvet couches rather well by now, and the art on the walls of victorian portraits and animal skeletons and gothic architecture made her feel comfortable. The light was soft, the yellow glow of dozens of flickering LED candles. βYou want another drink?β she asked, seeing as heβd lost his. βI think thereβs only wine and absinthe back here.β
She felt awkward, uncomfortable, and the first thing she thought of to kill that feeling was to be of service, even if it was just getting a glass of wine.