DANGEROUS LOVE
Adira Floris did not raise her voice often. She didn't need to. When she wanted something, the temperature in the room simply dropped a few degrees, and everyone within earshot understood they had exactly one chance to give her the right answer.
"I want to see the girl," she said, swirling the dark liquid in her glass without looking up.
Heinz Floris, eldest son, the supposed responsible one, went very still.
"Is there a problem," Adira continued, voice smooth as poured silk, "or is there no such thing as your girlfriend, Mr. Heinz Floris?"