Becca: Sure thing. What's on your mind?

Me: There's a few things. And they've been adding up and stewing, and I've...really been afraid to bring them to you -because- of the Belinda thing.

Me: I was afraid you'd get defensive and blow me off.

Me: But as the venue stands, I am not happy, and am considering blowing off as soon as CE opens ( Read more... )

The instructions were to show up at an alley behind a certain Mexican restaurant in the heart of downtown and to knock three times on the door with an anchor drawn in white chalk on it (without smudging the chalk). The door opened not to one of Medea's winter cottages, her temporary homes, but to her personal Hollow. It was dark, the halls lit by ( Read more... )

New Year's Eve found the Winter Queen and the vast majority of her Freehold in the ballroom of one of the fanciest hotels in town. It had been rented and decorated in Medea's colors, soft whites and greys, navy blue, silver and black ( Read more... )

While she'd said the meal would take place at one of her cottages, the building seemed to be anything but. Guests were directed to an office building, up to Suite 613. The door was locked when they arrived, but a sign taped to it read "Knock exactly three times" in Medea's neat handwriting ( Read more... )