"I know," Mara said, drinking her coffee slowly. "I just like to dream sometimes, for example, of one day humans being able to marry halfbreeds."
Caramel brought the others into the sitting room, then invited them to sit down. "I think I'd better bring you up to speed on the situation," she said. "You won't like it, but better to know now rather than later. This place, on the face of it, is a club with dancing and singing acts. It's the other part of it which is the problem. Declan likes to hire out his acts to clients after the shows. Don't even try to escape, cuz you won't. He only keeps me around cuz I act as a den mother to the halfbreeds here."
She sat back against the cushions of the sofa. "Any questions?"