I was content. I drifted at the edge of sleep, a wonderful warmth suffusing my body. I felt safe and almost at peace for the first time in ( Read more... )

"You heard me. As of now the Travale syndicate severs its connection with Wolfram and Hart." I inform Donato, tired of his protestations ( Read more... )

I lean back into the plush leather seat of the limo, enjoying the comfort of it. I take a sip from the champagne flute in my hand. Mmmm, sweet, warm and rich ( Read more... )

I have the man trussed to a chair in front of me. He looks up at me defiantly, but there is a slight sheen of sweat on his bald pate which undermines his belligerent attitude ( Read more... )

Rome was like any other italian city. Cultured, steeped in beauty on the surface and yet, underneath, it was somehow too iconoclastic for my tastes. Perhaps that is why I tired of it so quickly. Dru and I were happy there for a while, a year or two I think it was. I didn't bother to count actually. Our nights were filled with luring beautiful dark ( Read more... )