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Diana turned over her shoulder, glancing into the back of the van at the three teenagers who were huddling on the floor, trying to play a game of poker as they were rattled around, along with the bottles of Coke and the piles of records. "We're here," she told them. Two words which were greeted by incredibly relieved expressions. She couldn't ( Read more... )

Her hands came to rest on the ivory as the final note of her ballad echoed and faded. The parlor of Liam's borrowed home was sparsely decorated. Mostly books and hard, wooden furniture. Not at all to Diana's taste. But it suited its purposes and, more importantly, had a beautiful piano. Liam, who was dressed for the conclave, stood across from ( Read more... )

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Diana’s intuition warned her right away that this wasn’t going to be pleasant. When Artemis wanted to talk to her, she normally just cornered her, where ever she happened to be, and talked. The fact that Diana had been summoned to Arty’s office immediately put her on edge. “You’re getting called into the principal’s office too?” Fatima asked her ( Read more... )

Liam hadn't smiled in awhile lately. Diana knew that with absolute certainty as she watched the line of Cainites file out of his back office. Aside from the Toreador gentleman, who gave her a lurid leer, they all ignored her. The primogen were always pompous, but this lot definitely was outdoing their counterparts in other cities. How could ( Read more... )