“And, what are we celebrating?” Rose asked leaning against the window to enjoy more of the night breeze sweeping through her face and hair. She was beside Azazel in the passenger seat while Azazel was behind the wheel.

“No particular reason. Can't a man take his wife out to dinner?” He took a brief look at her before focusing his eyes back on the road ahead. The sky was extra dark tonight and the moon wasn't visible. Rose blinked and turned to look at him. It was the first time ...