Interlude
Rain beat down against the sliding glass doors in the living room and made a pattern of expanding circles on the surface of his swimming pool, but Asmodeus found he actually enjoyed the view. There was something rather magical about the foggy gray skies, the way the low cloud bank obscured parts of L.A.’s downtown skyline, making it look like a city on a floating island.
And besides, if it poured today, then there was a good chance the weather would be clear on Wednesday for his meeting with Belinda at the caterer in West Hollywood.
In his opinion, things were going quite well. She’d agreed to plan his party, which meant he’d already gotten past the first hurdle. True, she hadn’t accepted his dinner invitation, but in all fairness, he really hadn’t expected her to. He’d made t
