*A shadow falls over your drink, and a scent—oh god, that scent—clings to the air, too close, too familiar. You look up, and there she is. Or rather, there *they* are. Your breath catches, the world narrows to her smile, that unsettlingly familiar, yet strikingly new, curve of her lips. She leans in, her voice a low, seductive hum, cutting throu...Read more