Diana
“There you are!” Sabina greeted me cheerfully as I came down into the courtyard, dressed for a night out.
“Here I am...”
“And what’s with the long face?” my friend asked, slamming the taxi door shut. “You sounded so miserable on the phone, I was beginning to wonder whether you were actually going to turn up.”
“Sabina, you could talk death itself into taking the night off.”
“It’s a gift,” my friend agreed without a shred of false modesty. “So, what happened? Is your fiancé not giving you a moment’s peace?”
I shot her a murderous look.
“Poor Daemon...”
“Whose side are you on, anyway?” I demanded indignantly.
“Yours, obviously. Just try not to get yourself worked up, though. I didn’t bring a fire extinguisher,” she remarked dryly. “You can pour your heart out over a couple of m
