The name seemed so innocent on the creamy business card. The black font was elegant, scrolling across the recycled fibers. Dominick turned it over and over in his fingers. He’d worked hard, trading favors and bribing others to get the number inked carefully on the back of the small piece of paper. He almost felt guilty about his deception, but if he wanted to talk to Victoria he needed to do something. She’d built too many walls between her and the outside world. You’re stalking her. He sighed. He wasn’t really stalking her, he just wanted a minute to connect with her, to let her see into him and see that he wasn’t like her other men. From the first time he’d seen her he’d known that they were fated to be together, if she’d just give him a little time. He’d walked into a planning meeting with a bunch of other techno-magic guys, assuming they were going to be working on some top-secret defense contract. That was what he did for a living, building security into technology so even the best supernaturals couldn’t use their powers to coerce the electronics.
