"We were intimate, you know. I have this insane attraction to him. I can't get enough of him, I always want more."
"Calm down," I handed her a wine glass filled with bordeaux and hawthorn berries that I added to slow her heart rate.
"I'm always in control. I'm a tax attorney for God's sake. And that wasn't an easy transition from actress believe me. But I controlled my emotions. I learned to be in control." She said on the verge of hysteria.
"Stay with me. Tell me your story. We have all night." I lifted the wine glass to remind her that she should self-medicate.
Morgana pushed black bangs out of her haunted dark eyes and continued.
"He has this way of kissing my throat that makes me just wild. I mean it's not the most celebrated erogenous zone, but what he does to it..."
"Good," I said, "let's sit down."
"He was kissing my neck and his light beard stung a bit, but I liked it. I figured that I could cover the burn with some foundation. I kept teasing StormRider to go further. Then I felt something sharp, like a claw. But he quickly reverted to his lips and tongue right before I felt it sink into my throat, like a needle."
"What did he do to you?" I sat up and moved to look at her throat.
"Don't, it's not pretty."
"I'll kill him for this."
"You won't be able to find him," Morgana sighed. "I haven't been able to reach him all day.