After his brief conversation with Edmund, Dorian returned to his suite in the grand hotel. The room had a king-size bed adorned with a tan leather headboard and crisp white linens, while a large abstract painting dominated the wall above it.
At the foot of the bed sat a beige sofa scattered with decorative pillows, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a view of the city below. Dorian collapsed onto the sofa and began loosening his tie, but a familiar feminine voice drifted from behind him. "Let me help you with that," she said softly.
A grey arm reached over his shoulder to assist with the knot, and Dorian's expression brightened immediately. "Hey," he said with genuine pleasure in his voice.
The figure moved gracefully around the sofa to face him. She had this striking grey-blue skin that seemed to shimmer in the room's ambient light, and curved black horns crowned her forehead, framing long dark hair that cascaded past her shoulders.
