Mira smiled and said, “I have not figured it out yet. As you Americans say, I am still trying to learn who the players are.”
The truth was Mira trying to figure out the dynamics. She was more accustom to the stab you in the back or the push you into the sunlight politics of the old world.

She watched the couple dancing, gracefully and erotica as jazz tends to be.

“I am going to be opening a Salon and Boutique,” she said as she sipped more blood.

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