Echoes In The Night: Episode 19 - Pulling A Leg
The night starts the way too many of them do: with exhaustion pretending to be calm. I wake at the Velvet Pussycat in Rafe’s room, sore and running on fumes, the kind that linger after too many truths and not enough rest. The club is closed on Seraphina’s orders, the air quieter than it has any right to be. Rhonda looks better. Chris is loud enough to convince himself he’s fine. Marisol moves…














