It was a Sunday morning and he found himself in the office. He was supposed to be editing the pro formas for the next quarter, but instead found his thoughts wandering to the events of the previous night.

The Great Hall looked wonderous, Sivanna did an excellent job in preparing for the Gala. The ensuing bid wars was amusing to say the least. Theodore spent a lot of money on Overlord Tormay's rapier and dagger, but it was money well spent. He was half-disappointed he hadn't won the whiskey, but the devil herself in black was enough to please and make up for his losses.

Her voice was melodic, and he still wasn't sure if she was an angel wearing the color of sin or a siren seeking to entrap him. Enigmatic and utterly appealing. Eyes of poison he should probably be wary of, yet there was something else hiding in them. Trickery"

Her skin was warm against his stone-cold skin. It was an unnatrual warmth. The heat emanating from her entire being was nearly suffocating, yet irresistable. Her touch burned, her kiss scorched. She said it was a shapeshifter's thing. Did that mean to be so cold was entirely characteristic of those descending from the undead" Fire and ice, would win or could it be an eternal battle? Laced in the rolling emotions that we find ourselves phasing through.

He leaned back in his high-backed leather seat, fingertips touching together pensively. She was of something he'd never experienced before, not in his many years of life. Pretty with a bit of a mean streak. The huntress compelled him. A fingertip raised to touch the corner of his mouth, where the blushing warmth of her good night kiss still radiated.

A ray of sunshine piercing through the impending blizzard on an ice cold tundra. He wanted to bask in her warmth again. Draw in another deep breath of every fiber of her being. He'd hunt out her voice tonight.