

Enthralled by BloodIsacc’s hand gently ran along the side of the delicate harp, softly rapping his fingers on the frame as he played the music in his mind. He turned his head just enough to tell that Carla was in the room. Isacc despised improv. The only thing he despised more than improv was improv in front of influential members of the clan. Carla had Isacc play for every Toreador on the east coast and several of those from L.A.’s high society kindred but never would he think of being able to honor Carla by performing at Parlot’s Halloween conclave. Isacc was truly terrified that he would play that one note, the sharp note that would fall flat or that his sweEnthralled by Blood
Fort Smith rules, ja?
But no.
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