The Threat

Katya

Opera music, courses of delicious meal and the greatest guest of all, Lady Awkwardness, graced the table with each clatter of cutlery against the plate...

"More wine?" The butler asked, holding the bottle of red wine which had been poured into the wine glasses in front of us, with the exception of Christopher, who had cranberry juice in his.

"No, I'm good, thanks." I muttered to the butler who moved to the other men... Well, so far, none of them had managed to melt in the burning gaze they had had for each other.

"I didn't know that cops were paid enough to afford this unit, or that they could in fact, use false names to sign a lease."

There was only one man who didn't have enough preservation to keep himself from making sarcastic comments in front of his four year old kid.

Ferrara De Castello twirled the glass of wine in his hand, the dark red liquid swirling without making bubbles as he held the glass in between his fingers, with expertise.

Alistair lowered his cutlery and sa