It was an hour later than I expected. This was an especially difficult pickup and I needed to discuss what was happening with Acasia. She was key to the situation and she wouldn't be happy about her role.

I walked into the suite and found her passed out on the couch, an empty bottle of wine laying on her chest. This wasn't what I'd expected to find, but how could I not smile? Removing the bottle, I picked her up and carried her to bed. She mumbled, but I couldn't understand ...