The sun was still high overhead and Tyki sat on the beach in a deck chair, sipping a lime margarita and waiting. Klavier was due any moment now, and a second margarita was sitting in an ice box at Tyki's feet, just waiting for him to arrive.

It was like a fated meeting of - well, not soulmates, because Zechs was always first in Tyki's heart. But from their conversation on the community, it seemed pretty damned close.

Tyki pulled up to the address Klavier had given him, and pulled into a parking spot out front in his black Pagani Zonda, which he used to world hop ( Read more... )