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The two women stared at each other across the firelight. Rocco retreated to the shadows, pouring himself an aged grappa.

Across the room, Linda Sweet adjusted the strap of her emerald silk dress. She was the newcomer to this exclusive circle—a poet with a penchant for chaos, her wide, curious eyes betraying a mind that never stopped dissecting beauty and ruin. Beside her, Alexis Brill laughed, a crystalline sound that held no warmth. Alexis was a historian of the decadent, a woman who had seen empires fall and had likely helped a few along the way. -Roccosiffredi- Linda Sweet- Alexis Brill - Roc...

For the first time, Alexis Brill’s mask slipped. Just a millimeter. A flash of raw, wounded animal in her eyes. Then it was gone. The two women stared at each other across the firelight

Silence. Rocco’s lips twitched. “Interesting start. Alexis?” She was the newcomer to this exclusive circle—a

The assignment for the evening was absurdly simple, as all of Rocco’s games were: Tell a truth. Tell a lie. We will guess which is which.