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Authors: Steven J Shelley
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howled with pleasure and Julian let himself go. As a chill winter wind rocked the balcony windows Julian and Florence climaxed at the same time, sinking to the floor in mutual exhaustion.
For a long while all Julian could hear was the wailing wind, the crackle of a record at the end of its play cycle and Florence’s occasional sigh. He doubted he had ever felt as completely satisfied as he did right then. What did it all mean? He hadn’t expected to feel this way. Particularly with a lycan.
A musical tone disturbed the hazy afterglow. It was Florence’s cell phone. She excused herself and read the text message, pacing up and down with a frown.
“What’s up?” he asked, getting a peculiar sinking feeling.
Florence looked at Julian as if unsure how to respond. Then his own pager went off. He rummaged through his discarded clothing until he found it.
“Who uses those things?” Florence asked incredulously.
“They’re more secure,” Julian said, scanning his message. It was from Hector and read YASMIN SILVER HAS RETURNED TO NEW YORK. THERE WILL BE A MASQUERADE BALL AT THE HADFIELD PAVILION IN TWO DAYS. WE WILL CONSUMMATE OUR ALLIANCE WITH THE LYCANS THEN.
Julian gazed at Florence for several moments. At length they both laughed, which dissolved the thick tension.
“You need a dress,” Julian said dryly.
“And you, my dear Banes, need one of the several dinner suits from the hangar you call a walk-in wardrobe.”
“Then you’d better stay,” Julian said with an arched eyebrow. “I can get some great deals in this city.”
Florence walked over, fully aware that Julian was staring at her naked body. She drew Julian to his feet and kissed him passionately.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that at all,” she breathed. “Not even for a second.”
5 - Yasmin
New York City, USA
Yasmin stood before an antique mirror and made final adjustments to her dress. It was a strapless number from Armani’s recent winter cocktail range.
Finding herself low on funds, Tomas had provided her with the means of both buying the dress and securing the Hadfield Pavilion for the Ball. She was a little sheepish to be accepting so much money from someone who worked for her. It didn’t feel right that a vampire queen should be so destitute. That would need to change. And soon.
Yasmin studied herself critically. She was still recovering from jet lag but otherwise she looked OK. Her complexion was clear, her eyes glowed and she was wearing what she considered to be her best color - scarlet. The dress was sexy enough to draw the eye, she was sure of that. She felt a twinge of excitement when she imagined Jack Foley approaching her with that wry smile of his. It had been far too long since she last saw him. She didn’t want to even consider the possibility that he’d moved on. Some things just didn’t bear thinking about.
Satisfied with her look, Yasmin let go a deep sigh. She was standing in one of the many drawing rooms within the Pavilion complex. The art deco building was located opposite Central Park and was exquisitely designed. Tomas had needed to reach deeply into his pockets to secure this place for forty eight hours. That way, all the catering and security staff they’d hired would have time to arrange and prepare themselves.
Right now a waft of delicious food reached her from the large kitchen in the basement. If everything went to plan, the Ball would be an auspicious occasion for all concerned - a meeting of great minds at the beginning of this new Flux Age.
The security detail was Tomas’s idea and Yasmin had to admit she felt safer with those guys scattered throughout the building. In theory all her guests were friendly and there wouldn’t be any trouble. But Tomas had been right - Flux creatures were an unpredictable bunch and no one really knew how they would behave.
Her stomach heaving with butterflies, Yasmin did one last circuit of the main ballroom. It was a lovely room. Gilt-edged mirrors dominated
For a long while all Julian could hear was the wailing wind, the crackle of a record at the end of its play cycle and Florence’s occasional sigh. He doubted he had ever felt as completely satisfied as he did right then. What did it all mean? He hadn’t expected to feel this way. Particularly with a lycan.
A musical tone disturbed the hazy afterglow. It was Florence’s cell phone. She excused herself and read the text message, pacing up and down with a frown.
“What’s up?” he asked, getting a peculiar sinking feeling.
Florence looked at Julian as if unsure how to respond. Then his own pager went off. He rummaged through his discarded clothing until he found it.
“Who uses those things?” Florence asked incredulously.
“They’re more secure,” Julian said, scanning his message. It was from Hector and read YASMIN SILVER HAS RETURNED TO NEW YORK. THERE WILL BE A MASQUERADE BALL AT THE HADFIELD PAVILION IN TWO DAYS. WE WILL CONSUMMATE OUR ALLIANCE WITH THE LYCANS THEN.
Julian gazed at Florence for several moments. At length they both laughed, which dissolved the thick tension.
“You need a dress,” Julian said dryly.
“And you, my dear Banes, need one of the several dinner suits from the hangar you call a walk-in wardrobe.”
“Then you’d better stay,” Julian said with an arched eyebrow. “I can get some great deals in this city.”
Florence walked over, fully aware that Julian was staring at her naked body. She drew Julian to his feet and kissed him passionately.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that at all,” she breathed. “Not even for a second.”
5 - Yasmin
New York City, USA
Yasmin stood before an antique mirror and made final adjustments to her dress. It was a strapless number from Armani’s recent winter cocktail range.
Finding herself low on funds, Tomas had provided her with the means of both buying the dress and securing the Hadfield Pavilion for the Ball. She was a little sheepish to be accepting so much money from someone who worked for her. It didn’t feel right that a vampire queen should be so destitute. That would need to change. And soon.
Yasmin studied herself critically. She was still recovering from jet lag but otherwise she looked OK. Her complexion was clear, her eyes glowed and she was wearing what she considered to be her best color - scarlet. The dress was sexy enough to draw the eye, she was sure of that. She felt a twinge of excitement when she imagined Jack Foley approaching her with that wry smile of his. It had been far too long since she last saw him. She didn’t want to even consider the possibility that he’d moved on. Some things just didn’t bear thinking about.
Satisfied with her look, Yasmin let go a deep sigh. She was standing in one of the many drawing rooms within the Pavilion complex. The art deco building was located opposite Central Park and was exquisitely designed. Tomas had needed to reach deeply into his pockets to secure this place for forty eight hours. That way, all the catering and security staff they’d hired would have time to arrange and prepare themselves.
Right now a waft of delicious food reached her from the large kitchen in the basement. If everything went to plan, the Ball would be an auspicious occasion for all concerned - a meeting of great minds at the beginning of this new Flux Age.
The security detail was Tomas’s idea and Yasmin had to admit she felt safer with those guys scattered throughout the building. In theory all her guests were friendly and there wouldn’t be any trouble. But Tomas had been right - Flux creatures were an unpredictable bunch and no one really knew how they would behave.
Her stomach heaving with butterflies, Yasmin did one last circuit of the main ballroom. It was a lovely room. Gilt-edged mirrors dominated
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