People crowded the entire floor of his Roman house and spilled outside into the manicured gardens. He followed a stream of inebriated guests jumping from tile to tile on the flagstone path heading toward the pool and showed them the dressing rooms where they could change in privacy. Pietro, his majordomo for the last ten years, gave him a subtle raise of his right eyebrow, and Alexander nodded in response to the silent question if supervision was needed around the pool. Tomorrow’s tabloids would be full of fuzzy shots of the socialites gathered to imbibe themselves to drunkenness at yet another lavish and extravagant party at Alexander Drako’s villa in the exclusive Coppedè neighborhood. Little did they know the who’s who of the paranormal society had come together to celebrate another solar year coming to an end. People had come to expect an invitation from him somewhere in the middle of August, and he was never one to disappoint people.
