A Dinner for Two

She moved like gloom, easily slipping from set alight to darkness, even in crimson silk and too-high heels. Red dyed sunglasses hid her eyes, as the night hid the remnants of her. The one discourse sounded the manner thunder would ring out if it alleged, in an Irish accent.
"Are you surefire you're up to this? We only have twelve hours."
"Less, now.no problem, I think I'll cope. Somehow."
The second voice was more continental, irregular and smooth at the same time, like a accomplished whiskey or very gloomy chocolate.
Thunder believed again, conversationally, "I'm surefire political blackmail would have been easier."
"Political blackmail isn't near as effective."
Lia could hear the grin in the say-so, though all she could see of the two men was two imprecise shadows. They sounded partially familiar, but she couldn't position them.
She could still smell the cigarette smoke from the bludgeon on her skin, deem the residual bath of energy from the harmony and the dancers itchy in her fingertips. Lia's kneeboots creaked softly as she shifted position. Midsummer, and the declare suddenly breathed with possible. Something had misused, but unlike everyone else, she knew what it was and welcomed the rotary of the time of year. Most of the public in the bludgeon hadn't even noticed, except perhaps on a involuntary level. Lia shifted again, and looked around suspiciously. Midsummer will do that to you.
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Ahead, one shadow stood looking up at the sky. The other operate was gone. Lia wiped a suddenly sweaty palm on her dress and tried to be very still and subdued.
"You can come out now," His gloomy chocolate voice smiled, flicked slothfully across her skin, raising goosebumps. He looked truthfully at her, manufacture eye contact in malevolence of the obscurity. Lia pushed away from the mass.
"I thought I'd merely wait until you not here."
She almost staggered at the tint of glamour. Every part of her sought to serve him, to please him."
His voice still felt similar fingertips, teasing, or restful syrup running across her skin. Lia took a quick-thinking step back as she remembered the owner of that tone, and tried to still the rickety in her knees and the lingering hot flush creeping up her throat. Or I walk away."
"I could kind you stay."
"No. Not to any further extent. But I have other things to do tonight."
Lia felt the glamour omission away in a rapid release of load, leaving the dark clearer. She took a deep breath and leaned on the envelop behind her.
"Thank you."
"As always, the pleasure is all mine, Lianan." He at an angle his head faintly, and said, "So what brings you here, of all seats, tonight?"
"I could request you the same query. I didn't even be knowledgeable about you had gotten out."
"You could pose. I might even answer you."
"I'm first acquaintance a friend tomorrow. A photographer."
He happening to laugh, a fruitful mellow sound full of legitimate amusement. Lia frowned.
"It's surpass than some of the clothes I could be doing to raise cash," she believed, "Just modeling. What's so funny?"
"I am forlorn, sweetness. Truly. I am a photographer, in this position and time, and the coincidence would be too lofty.. Tell me, where were you meeting this acquaintance of yours?"
"A position called the Black Dragon Teahouse. I accept as true it's Chinese."
"No." She shrugged.
"So now you are called Lia, and your photographs show you with auburn hair and fair eyes."
"When I hunger them to." She stepped back along the roadblock.
"Almost two days."
Lia could deem his presence, warm and dark and strong. She almost thought, "And what name should I call you by, then?"
Another two steps bought him accurate enough to contact, and he swept his arms around her, burning her back against the wall. And the gentleman you know as Cipher you called ally just moments since."
Lia shivered, though not from arctic. The night air was warm and rub down, smelling of dust and spices.
"I thinking you had equipment to do tonight, Cipher," She murmured.
"I planning so too," he paused, management a fingertip down the side of her look. Cipher smiled, and unremitting, "But my affair will not take lingering. And we do have an appointment."
"That was in the daylight, as I withdraw. And for what it's importance, you're coming with me."
It took Lia a instant to find her tone before she held, "I am, am I? You don't famine to attend?"
Lia blinked, astounded, "Why would they call together you now, after this much period?"
"That, I do not be knowledgeable about. Yet."
The Lords seldom gathered in one area, being by kind solitary and competitive. Lia had never seen them do so, and stared secretly as she followed Symbols into the entry. Everywhere were minor knots of public, their hair lingering and flowing, sporting clothes that might have been the finery of Russian royalty or the most recent haute couture from France. Full of colour and classiness, textured with passage, they stood and talked about nothing, or drank pink champagne. No one so much as looked at the two of them as they walked quickly towards to fundamental conservatory garden of the lodge. Cipher's glamour showed nothing to appearance at, a ripple in the air, a breeze, a stray barb floating down the entry.
The conservatory garden had the express of a faery woodland, with coloured illumination hanging from the grass, shedding coloured shadows across the paths which wound through it. Cipher encouraged through them to be on your feet in the midst of the crowd, near the front, then tenderly shed the glamour.???What Did You Say exactly are we all waiting for?"
The male didn't even glance sideways, immediately moved aside slightly, so that Cipher and Lia could see the exposed space surrounded by the Lords and their servants, and murmured back, "The dragon has been summoned."

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