Doug drew in his stomach and wiped a hand through his hair. He took a chair opposite from where she sat in the booth. She had striking black hair with a blonde streak like a path running down on one side. She had eyes the color of coal and black raspberry lips. He smiled at her. She smiled back.

"Who is she?" he hollered into Marek's ear.

"Triane," Marek hollered back. "She's somebody's cousin I think."

She was still smiling with a trickster's look in the depth of her eye.