Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 654

Larissa ignored Milton completely, her gaze fixed solely on Theon.

Just then, Lucius, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, his voice low and commanding. "Larissa, I know you have a few tricks up your sleeve, but this is my territory. No matter how clever or cunning you are, you won't stir up trouble in Neverending Night and walk out in one piece."

Unfazed by his threat, Larissa's smile grew wider, her tone openly defiant. "Is that so? Well then, let's find out."

The moment the words left her lips, the entire lounge plunged into absolute darkness, as if swallowed by a void.

"What the hell?" Milton's panicked voice cut through the blackness. "Why did the power go out?"

The room, once brightly lit, was now pitch-black. The sudden darkness was disorienting, as if the world had been snuffed out. It wasn't just the lounge; the entire Neverending Night had lost power. The nation's largest nightclub was now shrouded in an eerie silence, its usual vibrant chaos gone.

In the oppressive darkness, Lucius's eyes were like chips of ice. He stared straight ahead, and though he could see nothing, his gaze seemed to pierce the veil of black. Neverending Night had never experienced a blackout like this. A deep sense of unease washed over him.

Could Larissa have done this? But how? Every employee at Neverending Night was rigorously vetted by the Lincoln family. Such a massive security failure should have been impossible. How else could it have become the country's top entertainment venue?

This inexplicable outage would undoubtedly damage its reputation. Every VIP would now question its safety—a devastating blow.

In the dark, one of the lackeys tried to pull out his phone to use the flashlight, but as soon as he did, he felt a sharp sting on the back of his hand. It went numb and weak, and the phone clattered to the floor.

Muffled groans of pain came from the doorway as the bodyguards collapsed one by one.

The same thing happened to Theon. As his phone tumbled to his feet, his bravado evaporated, replaced by a creeping dread of the unknown.

What was happening?

"Are you scared?"

A voice, soft as a whisper, materialized right beside his ear. It was Larissa.

It was a gentle sound, but to Theon, it felt like a voice from the depths of hell, sending an icy shiver down his spine.