“I haven’t done anything. This is all you, my lovely girl.” Nic spoke from behind her, somewhere in the darker shadows, and Dorian struggled to turn her head. “Those bonds are of your own making.” Struggling, she managed to untangle her limbs, but her arms were secured ...
He saw the pair coming out the front doors from his little stone bench, Abby looking like she'd been crying, Mark on her arm with dark glasses on his face, and his white cane swishing from side to side in front of him. Ben rose and approached th...
“Are you in the city?” he asked her, ignoring all semblance of formalities. He stepped outside the hotel room and lit up a cigarette. Across the sidewalk was a small bench with a small ashtray, indicating it was an acceptable smoking area. The temperature was rapidly dropping as ...