: About Me

Flighty She saw him at the club as she'd been sure she would. The familiarity of his presence calming her even though she could sense he was feeling particularly vicious. They walked out to his party on the balcony where he warmly greeted her friend and she warmly greeted his. When she turned to him he made a nasty remark, looking back she couldn't tell you what it was, there were too many remarks, too many comments, too many jibes for her to pinpoint just one. But the look of venom on his face and the shock of their companions at the seemingly sudden attack would stay with her forever. Sh...