The midnight-eyed stranger was currently ribbed by a woman whom most wouldn't have imagined her true identity.
"I tend to think that your urgent business was not so urgent after all, Max." Donald c*m Serena, Alias Don spoke as she leaned back against her chair. She looked relaxed in her seat—even slouchy, in fact. Yes, she was about as relaxed as a cheetah would be. Right before he pounced on a prey. She had angled her chair in a way that had her eyes on both the entrance and most of the bar.
"You think wrong, Don. It is about as urgent as urgent could be," Maxwell said as he looked at the shrewd-looking woman in front of him. He still hadn't gotten over the huge transformation the man he had once known had gone through.
He still had no idea why, and Don had never been one to explain hi
