THE CURIOUS CAT & THE WOLF

Christian sat in the back of the idling Maserati, city lights strobing across the windshield in lazy pulses of red and violet. The leather seat was cold against his back, but the rest of him burned. He hadn’t bothered with the privacy partition; he wanted the night air on his skin, wanted something to cool the blood still roaring through…

The air in Club Noir was thick with smoke and low, pulsing red light, the kind that made every face look like it was hiding a sin. Bass vibrated through the floorboards and straight into Elina’s ribs, matching the frantic beat of her heart. She tasted copper and tequila on her tongue, the aftermath of her editor’s voice still ringing…