Rhiannon wrinkled her nose, but she knew he was right. She’d favor her side, which was the same thing as drawing a big ‘X’ on her body for a vampire to punch repeatedly. So she sat on the balcony and let herself look and listen, taking sips of her drink and occasionally pointing out absurdities to her boyfriend. After about ten minutes, she suddenly sat forward.
“There.” She pointed at a woman on the street. “That’s Deanna. The redhead from the other night.” She looked at Cian. She wanted to know why Deanna had nodded at her like that and taken off after Katherine. Had she found out anything? More importantly, was it knowledge she’d part with? They weren’t exactly allies, but it was worth a shot.
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Re: Out on the balcony
on 2014-01-02 10:53 pm (UTC)“There.” She pointed at a woman on the street. “That’s Deanna. The redhead from the other night.” She looked at Cian. She wanted to know why Deanna had nodded at her like that and taken off after Katherine. Had she found out anything? More importantly, was it knowledge she’d part with? They weren’t exactly allies, but it was worth a shot.