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of
midnight blue, plunging at the front and gathered in at the bust.
It was the sort of dress that wouldn’t be out of place at a
glamorous celebrity party. Her long dark black hair was pinned up
with the impression of carelessness that took hours to achieve and
a thick, smoky application of eyeliner all added together to give
an impression that was at once irresistible and dangerous. No man
would be safe in her company.
    I tugged self-consciously at
the hem of the oversized woollen jumper, feeling ridiculous and
decidedly un-shimmering. My usually bouncy auburn curls hung limp
with rain and clung to my face giving the impression that skinny
orange millipedes were running about all over it. The contrast
between the two of us was almost comical. The problem was, I was
the joke.
    “Morgan, a pleasure as ever my
Lady.” Blake’s voice had a sharp edge that did nothing to settle
the nerves dancing around in my stomach.
    “Blake,” she gave him the warm
smile of a cobra about to strike, “Fancy you being out in the woods
on such a night and in the company of a Real Worlder .” She
spat out the last part as if she were talking about filth.
    Blake offered a well acted
smile, “To be fair my Lady, I had no intention of dealing with
Realm matters this evening. Why do you call for me?” A definite
tone of irritation laced his voice.
    She toyed with the glass of
wine in her hand. She was the personification of power, “Blake,
don’t pout so. You know how it is with me when you get all dark and
brooding.”
    “Really, please, can we get on
with it? I’m really not in the mood and we’re running very
late.”
    “As you wish,” Morgan purred,
“but before you go, I need a small, incy-wincy favour, Blake, and I
really wouldn’t ask if I thought my boys could deal with it but
well quite frankly, they’re not up to it in the same way
that I imagine you are.” Her voice had a thickly suggestive tone
and I realised she was seriously attracted to Blake.
    “What is it you want Morgan?”
His question came out like he was spitting out venom.
    “There’s a man in town, calls
himself Fear,” she raised her eyebrows in condescension, “Yes. I
know - He’s nothing more than a petty criminal, drug dealing pimp.
He rides himself round in a monster black car, all blacked out
windows thinking he’s Mr Big. It’s just that he’s been making a
real nuisance of himself, not really playing fair. Not doing what a
good boy should.”
    Blake looked incredulous and
angry, “Sorry, are you seriously asking me to deal with him
because he’s making your life a bit difficult . You’re well
out of line Morgan; I’m not a thug for hire like those cretins out
there.” He nodded in the direction of the boys guarding the door.
“If you chose to hang around with low -lives, then you deal with
the consequences. Don’t bother me again unless it’s urgent. I
haven’t the time.”
    Morgan showed the slightest
flinch at Blake’s rebuke. She was obviously used to men falling at
her feet and doing whatever she asked.
    “No, you misunderstand me. He’s
come into a couple of… possessions… in which we both have an
interest. It would be to our mutual benefit for you to take on this
quest and bring both things back to The Realm.”
    “O.K, lets get to the point,
I’ve got a car that needs towing. What pretty trinket has he got
that you’ve got your eye on and what possibly could he have that
I’d want?”
    “I’ve heard that he has his
hands on the Sword of Avalon.”
    I saw Blake suddenly falter,
surprised by her response.
    “That can’t be possible. You
know that the Sword is a myth.”
    She laughed and it reminded me
of the tinkling of glasses at a party, “Blake, darling boy, look
around - We’re all a myth.”
    “But The Sword of Avalon, even
if the myth is real, was destroyed on Merlin’s death.”
    “His imprisonment.” She stared
at him coldly before waving her hand, as if dismissing the point
she was about to make,