I smiled. Thank you, Dante.
My pleasure, my Lady, he said.
I stepped through the doorway, into the cold night, and held my hand with the bird up.
“Go on. Fly away,” I said, moving my hand up to give him the idea. The bird didn't budge.
“What seems to be the problem?”
I turned to find Stefan giving me a curious look. He was leaning against the frame of the glass door in a casual pose with arms crossed and one ankle c****d over the other. His blue-black hair lifted and swirled around his head, a few strands flitting into his eyes, giving him an even more enticing look.
“Uh, yeah, this bird? I thought he would be more comfortable out here.”
Stefan crossed to the balcony railing in an easy gate. Grasping the steel railing, he bent over to look down. The sky scrapers competing with Trema
