WHEN FOUR O'CLOCK ROLLED around, Kissera wrapped things up at Relics. She came home to a note on the terrace door. Hope you're not too busy redecorating to travel. See you tomorrow night with details. ~L
Shit. f**k. Dammit all. They were going back to Hell. Where else would need detailed plans? If he wanted to meet at Frankie's or something he would have said so. She was f****d. A frantic twenty minutes passed as Kissera looked for the precious diamond vial only to find it empty. She tried some telekinetic fuckery to suck the residue from the bottom of the tube. She got a little, but it wasn't nearly enough. Another fifteen was wasted pacing around the lair. He's still sick from the first bleeding. I can't do that to him again. A far-fetched idea came to her standing in front of Angela's
