There is a Tap. Tap. Tapping at the balcony doors.

Navarre moves towards the balcony and yanks aside the curtain. If he's pleased to see a visitor outside, it's lost in the baleful anger barely restrained in his dark eyes.

It seems Delilah is immune to baleful anger. She offers him a smile and then turns to look over the city. There is a leather ( Read more... )

The PUPPY won this match?

Vegeance must be plotted.