The Voodoo Queen of Greater Moscow

[Mikhail]

Mik almost laughed out loud. Oldilocks was gettin all kindsa mad now, he could tell. Had that hot and bothered look about him- not the good one either.

Looked like he was gonna pop a blood vessel or something. That would be hilarious. And Rowan, poor poor Rowan....damn she opened her mouth and a flood of words poured. She lived her life on her sleeve, that was for sure. Wait. Was that the expression? Who cared. Well....maybe he did.

All of a sudden he wanted a look at those eyes again. He hadn't seen the crazy before. But sometimes it hid. What had that one guy called it? Crazy Pussy? Addictive....but oh the price you'd pay.

He could almost hear the Lady's laughter at his predicament. Hah hah ha. It was a funny joke, he supposed. Welllll, at least tonight was anything but boring.

Anyway, so....let's see. Tobias and Asha stood and pretty much were ready to book it. Figured. They'd had one foot out the door the moment they sat down.

Princess Eye or whatever swept to Rowan all sister like. Yup. That sounded about right. He defenitely saw the crazy in those eyes.

Not that he'd mind the price. Not for a while anyway. Oldilocks should be wrung out at all her drama.

But no. Clearly he was the queen in the bunch, despite his question.

And sadly, he didn't take the bait. More's the pity. Mik let the flames stop their little dance, but he did hang on to the power.

Maybe something would happen afterall.