“Are you coming out? Only they were expecting you 10 minutes ago…”
Selene snarled and demanded, “Is he here?”
“I don’t know, Sel, maybe? There are a lot of pe–”
“Then go find out!” She considered throwing her glass at closing door for effect, but it wasn’t empty, and she didn’t like to waste to last of whatever she was drinking…
The door opened, and Simon, looking paler, stuck his head in, “Okay, so, he’s here, but–“
“But?”
“Well, he’s, uh…he’s not alone; he, uh, brought a guest? A, um, a guest who…wri –”
“Are you asking me, or telling me?”
“Telling? And also, aware that you’ve always loved that scene from A House Broken? The one where Arlene throws a glass at the door as Dean walks out? Right before her monologue?”
Selene’s laugh, when it came, was sharp and bitter, but she stood with a smooth, almost queenly grace, and purred, “Well, Simon, what do you think? Should we let my perfidious ex-agent have all the fun, showing off his new star author?”
“Uh…no?”
“Good lad,” she exclaimed, looping her arm through his and adjusting one of the sparkling pins in her hair and added, “Now let’s go show these people why they’re already dying to buy my next book!
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