Only to meet her once again at the scene of a crime- with wings! Everywhere the crime happens shes there, every suspect he interviews knows her and sh... knows who is behind these crimes. Is this woman behind this? Or is she as much as a victim as anyone else? ****************************************** The wind. The birds. The beauty of the sunset. These were Aria’s favorite things. To her, there was nothing compared to soaring through the open air with the wings you were born with. She was a. One cold hand cupped her breast."You are my wife," he said. "I have a right to know."Juliana rolled away from her husband, shaking off his hand. She sat up, looking down into his face."Alec Austin," she said. "Do you love me?" There was silence for quite a few seconds."What – what do you mean?" he then said. "Of course I love you. What kind of question is this? Didn't I marry you, for God's sake?" Juliana lay back down."Show me," she said. There was another long silence."What do you mean?" he. Darriens direction but had mostly been his personal play toys. They would do whatever he wanted but thought it humiliating. To be lumped in with the other girls was being downgraded to nothing more than a whore. They both felt that they had left that part of their life behind. Unknown to them, it was Mr. Darrien’s plan to humiliate them. He had grown tired of them. He had other younger pieces of ass that were ready to take their place. He had further plans for them. After tonight they would be. This was just a bit of bravado on the part of the defeated Julia, who would shortly submit herself to her fate.Before Mrs Jenkinson could open her mouth, Julia continued. She had been looking forward to this all day!"I agree with you, though, that fishmongers slab does need an occupant. Those two towel heads look a bit redundant standing next to an empty altar!"Her last remark was a reference to two men dressed in sheets and some kind of improvised turbans, meant to represent a pair of Druid.