The dirty gray and brown ball that was Regina hung against the velvet curtain of the black. The ‘discussion’ had long since been settled, and Tyler sat on the bridge in silent dissent. The argument was a simple one and money had won out over morals. It wasn’t the first time time that had happened, and certainly wouldn’t be the last, but there was just something about this drop that didn’t sit right with him.
The soft chime of jewelry announcing her presence, Vanya let herself into the room without a word. Her delicate hand rested on the seatback for a fraction of a second before turning it to face her...Read More