She picked up from their scent, their touch, and looking deeply into their eyes that Detective Harmon was intelligent, stable, and healthy while his partner was a borderline psychopath with liver disease and a bad addiction to cocaine. She gestured to the chairs before her desk and walked back to hers. She felt their eyes on her ass but Harmon looked away while Morris struggled not to act on his impulse. Once they were seated she leaned forward slightly to trap their eyes in her cleavage and launched her first question. "Gentlemen, how may VRL be of assistance to you today?" Harmon cleared his throat and began. "We're investigating the abduction attempt on one of your employees, Stanley Garin." He watched her reaction closely and all of the physical cues he'd been expecting were present. She was worried about her employee, frightened that the abduction had even happened, and relieved that he'd gotten away safe and sound. "During our investigation, we discovered the scene of the cr

As she clung to his body her visions were sharpening. "Walter! He's planning to kill you... no... EVERYONE! Oh my god! You're the trigger!"The lawyer's professional smile was wearing thin as he watched the young Succubus disclosing his plot. His expression turned sour.Eyes turned in his direction. Lise-Anne stepped forward. "We were told your seer abilities were untrainable."Marisa was shaking in Stanley's arms but she faced the Minister of Security. "I'm untrainable by current seers because they aren't powerful enough to guide me." Her eyes turned to Walter who stepped back as the young woman's eyes flared bright white. "I see you for the monster you are, bringer of death, you diseased-""ENOUGH!" Walter roared and exploded upwards into his true form. He cast his wings wide and glared down at the pitiful beings at his feet. "It's too late for your whining. The spell is cast and primed. There is nothing you can do to keep young Stanley from fulfilling

"Stanley, take four large steps backwards now please," she told him. He did, immediately, pulling Marisa with him. The old crone, grumbling under her breath stepped away as well.Morris was pissed off at how stuck up the intense bitch was as she stepped back as well. She was doing that whisper thing again and he felt his rage flare. It was time to put a slug in someone's head. She looked like a perfect volunteer.Walter was becoming exhausted. He was so out of practice and he was old. Even for one as long lived as his kind could be, he was old. The Valkyrie showed no signs of slowing or weakening. The skies they flew in were limited as they were merely a memory. He had to veer away from the edges as he felt them approaching and each time he did he felt the cursed woman gaining on him. In a straight flight, he might be faster than her but he didn't have the space.If he couldn't outfly her he would go on the offensive. He coiled his neck back to rapidly spit fireballs at her but she do

Henry fought off a strong sensation of déjà vu as he sat on the couch between the two beautiful ladies. He knew this was a recollection of the last movie night he'd attended in Sandy's condo. Sitting between the bubbly pale skinned blond with her wide, delighted smile and the polar opposite of her BFF Dayshia whose expression was as dark as her complexion, Henry smiled tentatively at Tish who was facing him on the plush chair to his left. She was rather obviously undressing him with her eyes. On the love seat across from Tish, Roger was making no effort to hide his suspicion. "So, you're saying you're Stanley's brother. A brother he didn't even know he had up until just before this family reunion in, of all places, Ireland! You don't even have an accent- and neither did Stanley!" the tall male nurse exclaimed incredulously. "Roger!" Sandy exclaimed in outrage. The man drew an angry glare from Tish as well, but Dayshia barely glanced his way. "No, it's ok. I get it. It was weird f

"Should we make a reservation?" he asked. Sandy was already dialing and smiled at them as she listened to it ring. They listened as she successfully booked them the last table for four with a promise to be there in five minutes. Once she hung up, they scrambled to their feet and rushed out of the condo. They took the elevator down and rushed outside. The night was beautiful, and they fast walked up the street and over one block to the small, single-story building. Sandy got them inside and seated at their reserved table in the back corner moments later. Henry sat with his back to the wall with Sandy seated next to him. Tish took the seat across from him, and Dayshia was next to her. Menus were handed out, and the waiter was delighted when they immediately began to order dish after dish. They ordered drinks as well. Tish looked at Henry's curious expression. "Do you drink?" she asked "I've had wine before," he admitted. "Let me order for you," she said, and he nodded. She gave him