[the-deadlyone:]
{ â } â âForgive me, itâs a force of habit.â The raven apologized, giving a quick bow of his head. âDamion Jack,â He held out his hand towards her, âitâs pleasure to meet you Gabby.â
|â |âââLikewise, Damion Jack,â replied the bartender, âso what brings you to this neck of the woods? Ex-girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Job troubles?â He didnât look like he fit into any of those little boxes. No, he looked like he was here just for fun. And trouble. Then again, Gabrielle had been wrong before.









