The Ganglord’s Girl
I say, "If you're trying to scare me, you need to try harder. I'm not spooked yet."
His lips brush against my earlobe. "Yet."
The table is cleared for the main course. There's a variety of everything. Duck, lamb, quail. Roasted potatoes, mashed potatoes, dauphinoise potatoes. An assortment of salads. This is way too much food for twelve people. I'm enjoying the conversation, it's always entertaining listening to stories of the past. They don't talk about any of the dark things, just the light. I take note of every name I hear, though I really wish I could write them down. My memory could always fail me, especially since I've already had a glass of wine.
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