It was seven PM when Kyle parked the limo in a reserved space in the vast plaza in front of The Gilded Lily, rounded the hood, and opened the door.

Vyr stepped out and offered his hand to help her. She took it with a small, hopeful smile playing on her lips, wondering how long this gentle, warm side of Vyr would last.

She desperately hoped it would last all through the evening at least.

The aggressive roar of a motorcycle engine approaching from a distance cut off her thought and wiped ...