The Dark Society

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Luis and Sabrina entered the Bistro Royale, anticipation crackling between them. But, when Luis tipped the doorman--a habit of his--she cringed slightly. Charming, perhaps, but also condescending.

"Comfortable?" he asked before taking his seat.

Her dark eyes met his. "I'm fine, but you're staring."

"I'm sorry, I can't help it."

Light caught in her eyes as she spoke, her voice enchanting. Yet, above all, being with her again was something he'd craved.

"I'm flattered," she said, "though I'm still shocked you came to see me."

He leaned forward. "For moments like this."

She blushed. "I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything." He took her hand. "Just appreciate the evening--without expectations."

Sabrina caressed his fingers. "I'll keep that in mind. How about a drink?"

For the first time since meeting her, everything felt natural. Thus, Luis retained his grin while signaling the waiter.

"Scotch, neat."

"And for the lady?"

"The same," Sabrina confirmed with amusement. "Make mine a double."

Luis stood amazed--Sabrina wasn't known for drinking heavily. Still, the night was progressing, their conversation growing more intimate.

"Why don't you move closer?" she suggested with a smile.

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't have suggested it otherwise."

Luis raised his glass. "A toast--to a wonderful evening and the night to follow."

Meanwhile, Sam had come to the Bistro hoping to find Jennifer. On another note, Cottonwood Falls was like other rural communities, catering to a specific society, but the Bistro embodied something essential about its population.

Sam's thoughts drifted to Saint Anthony's and the strange beckoning to return. With that, her limbs trembled at the thought of finding answers. Second of all, Anna was hiding something, and Sam's resemblance to Katherine--along with the caretaker's admissions--couldn't be denied.

For some time, she gazed through the crowded restaurant, trying to calm her escalating curiosity. But like Saint Anthony's, there was an undiscovered mystique here, something well-preserved and hidden.

Everything appeared veiled as light and shadow harmonized. However, Sam had always perceived illusion, practiced it, and mastered various deceptions. But these sensations defied explanation, manipulating her thoughts and actions.

She settled at the bar, wishing to dismiss the calling. But, Jennifer had come to Cottonwood Falls for a purpose, and Sam needed to know why.

Then she felt it--a sinister energy, an ecstasy resembling Saint Anthony's, but different. This aura didn't emanate from a location, but from an individual.

Ergo, her attention shifted to a young woman and gentleman seated in a private booth. Their behavior seemed familiar despite their reserved manner. Witnessing this, Sam moved closer, eager to observe.

Luis and Sabrina had imagined this night for weeks. From the start, he wanted her to see his caring heart, believing she'd reciprocate, yet Sabrina seemed distracted.

"Everything all right?"

She smiled, her gaze flickering. "I'm fine."

"I hope you don't have a curfew."

Sabrina moved close and placed a finger under his chin. "I don't."