They can unlock the door any day, but it won’t matter. I’m trapped in a prison with no chains or bars. It will always be that way.” —Bailey’s Journal, B.D. Chapter 5 Then… Wednesday nights were the only night Masked Image closed. Joe, the shop’s owner, probably wouldn’t have chosen to shut down then either, if it weren’t for the severe lack of customers on those nights. Bailey was thankful for the break. What she needed more than anything, besides Lucien, was alcohol. Lots of it. She couldn’t stand another night of searching her mind and the net for any sign Lucien was more than a dream. Her sanity couldn’t take it. Two months. It had been two months since the last time they’d spoken. One night, they were together. The next, poof, he was gone. No amount of searching turned up a single thing. It was as if Lucien Sephtis was nothing more than a figment of her imagination. Three shots in, and with a fourth in hand, a solid warmth pressed against her back. Without having to look, she knew it was Lucien.
