Hurricane

7

The city lights shimmer in the distance as Luna Hart makes her way to the famous nightclub, The Luminary. The neon sign glows a vibrant blue, casting an ethereal light on the sidewalk. It's night time, and the cool evening air carries a hint of the city's energy, mingling with the distant hum of music from the club. Luna clutches the envelope tightly, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity. 

She wasn't sure why she had been asked to drop off these papers at a nightclub, but she knew better than to question Isabella's orders. Stepping inside, she is immediately struck by the surreal atmosphere. The interior is sleek and modern, with glittering chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling and plush velvet couches lining the walls. 

The air is filled with a tantalizing mix of scents: expensive perfume, polished leather, and the faint undertone of something almost magical. She weaves through the crowd, her senses overwhelmed by the pulsating rhythm of the music and the flashing lights that dance across the room. A feeling she can't quite place lingers in the air, an aura that feels otherworldly. Her heart races, not just from the task at hand but from the inexplicable energy that seems to envelop her. As she approaches the bar, she scans the room for the person she's supposed to meet. 

The bartender, a tall man with striking blue eyes, notices her hesitation and leans in. "Can I help you with something?" he asks, his voice barely audible over the music.

"I'm supposed to give this envelope to someone here," Luna replies, her voice wavering slightly. She pulls the envelope from her bag and holds it out.

The bartender nods, taking the envelope. "I'll make sure it gets to the right person." As he reaches for it, his eyes catch a glimpse of Luna's shoulder where her blouse has slipped slightly. "Interesting birthmark you have there," he comments, a curious look in his eyes. 

Luna frowns, pulling her blouse back into place. "Oh, it's nothing. Just a mark I've had since I was born."

The bartender's eyes linger on her for a moment longer before he nods. "Stay here. I'll be right back." He disappears into the crowd, leaving Luna standing at the bar, feeling more out of place than ever.

While she waits, Luna takes in her surroundings, noting the opulent décor and the beautiful people who seem to glide effortlessly through the space. Despite the glamour, she can't shake the feeling that something is off, as if she's stepped into a world just slightly out of sync with her own.

The bartender returns, a man in tow. He is tall and imposing, with a dark, commanding presence that immediately sets Luna on edge. "This is Adrian. He'll take care of the papers," the bartender says, handing the envelope to Adrian.

Adrian's gaze is intense, and Luna feels a shiver run down her spine as he looks at her. "You're Luna, right?" he asks, his voice smooth and deep.

"Yes," she replies, trying to keep her voice steady. "I was asked to deliver these papers." Adrian nods, taking the envelope. "Thank you. You can go now."

Luna turns to leave, but something in Adrian's tone makes her hesitate. "Is there something else?" she asks, looking back at him.

He gives her a cryptic smile. "Just be careful, Luna."

Confused and slightly unsettled, Luna nods and heads for the exit. The air outside feels refreshingly cool after the stifling atmosphere of the club. As she walks away, the strange aura of the place lingers in her mind, leaving her with more questions than answers.

Back inside, Adrian watches her go, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. He turns to the bartender. "That birthmark... it's exactly as described."  Adrian's office has a surveillance screen so he could clearly see the birthmark.

The bartender nods. "I thought so too. Should we inform Mr. Knight?"

Adrian's expression is unreadable as he contemplates the implications. "Yes. This could be important.''  Adrian dials a number, ''I have a very important message for Mr. Knight.''  Adrian tells Rick the details of the woman and that she came to deliver a contract from Steele Corporation and ends with, ''She has the birthmark.''

Rick on the other end lifts a brow, ''Are you sure her name is Luna?''

''Yes, and Isabella asked me personally to play with the girl, but after seeing the birthmark I knew I shouldn't.''

''Send through the surveillance so that Mr. Knight can have a look at the birthmark.''

''Sure thing.''  Adrian hangs up then winks at his bartender who understood what he needed to to.

Luna walks briskly down the street, eager to put distance between herself and the nightclub. Despite the chilly air, her thoughts are a whirlwind of confusion and intrigue. She can't shake the feeling that tonight was more significant than it seemed, and the memory of the nightclub's strange aura and Adrian's cryptic words haunt her as she makes her way home.

As she finally reaches her apartment, Luna takes a deep breath, trying to dispel the lingering unease. She can't help but wonder what secrets the night holds and how she might be connected to them. With a sigh, she unlocks her door and steps inside, determined to find answers to the questions that now swirl in her mind. 

Cassian Knight sits in his dimly lit home office, the glow from the surveillance monitor casting shadows across his chiselled features. The room is silent except for the faint hum of the computer. He leans forward, his eyes narrowing as he watches the footage from The Luminary nightclub. The screen shows Luna Hart, her figure moving gracefully through the crowd, her expression a mix of curiosity and unease.

As the footage continues, Cassian's attention is drawn to a moment when Luna's blouse slips slightly, revealing a distinctive birthmark on her shoulder. He pauses the screen, his gaze fixed on the mark. A sense of recognition washes over him, and he feels a knot tighten in his chest.

"Rick," Cassian calls, his voice low but commanding.

Rick, who has been standing by the door, steps forward. "Yes, Mr. Knight?"

Cassian turns to look at him, his expression intense. "Why was she in that nightclub?"

Rick hesitates, choosing his words carefully. "She was delivering some papers, sir. Isabella sent her."

Cassian's jaw tightens. "Isabella sent her? To The Luminary?"

"Yes, sir," Rick confirms, his tone cautious. "It seemed like a routine task, but..."

"But what?" Cassian presses, his eyes never leaving the paused image of Luna on the screen.

Rick takes a deep breath. "Isabella personally asked Adrian to teach Luna a lesson..."

Cassian's mind races, piecing together the fragments of information. The birthmark, the nightclub, the interest he felt since he first saw Luna. He knew there was more to this than met the eye.

"She can't be the person grandma saw," Cassian orders, his voice firm. "Get the car ready, I want to go see grandma."

Rick nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Yes, sir. I'll take care of it."

As Rick leaves the room, Cassian turns back to the monitor, his thoughts consumed by the image of Luna. The birthmark on her shoulder was a sign, a connection to something deeper. It was the same grandma send him as soon as she saw it in a vision.  He couldn't shake the feeling that she was more important than she appeared, and he was determined to uncover the truth.

The room falls silent once more, the only sound the faint hum of the computer. Cassian stood up form the chair and put on his jacket.  He was on his way over when Rick came to show him the surveillance footage, so at least grandma is up and still waiting for him.