The wind howled through the pier, sending ripples across the dark water. Adrian exhaled, the tip of his cigarette glowing red in the night. His fingers curled around the stick, tightening as his mind wandered back to her…Nirvana. He despised the way she carried herself now, all confidence and defiance, no longer the naive little doll he had once manipulated so easily. It was infuriating.

"That bastard..." he muttered, smoke curling from his lips as he thought of RAyNe St. Trinity. The man was ...