Bloody....Mary?

[Meera Alam]

Meera’s eyebrows shot up despite herself. Attorney General to the United States of America? The man had said ‘almost,’ but that was good enough for her. Clearly, the man had deeper connections than what she had initially assumed. Perhaps not the kind that would gain her access to the Ascendancy, but certainly useful in their own right. This was something she would have to consider at a later date. Beto had just saved his own life and he was not even aware of it.

                Still. She could have fun with him.

                With a flutter of the eyelash, Meera recovered quickly. She swirled her drink before taking a small sip and murmuring agreeance at the appropriate moments. Meera’s other hand still rested on his thigh and the man made no motion to push away her advances. She idly wondered how big it was, shocking herself in the process. Meera was not a shallow woman, but beyond her – unique – tastes, she did have a certain liking for powerful men. Listening to Beto’s words, it was clear that he no longer possessed said power, but it also sounded as if he recently dropped the reigns of control. Any useful connections he had would still be fresh enough to pick back up and – she drew her mind back to the present.

                “I need to find it. No matter the cost,” Beto said with a slight urgency.

                Meera’s lips curved up into a hungry smile, eyes flashing dangerously in his direction, “Be careful what you wish for.”

                The Light of God pulsed behind her shoulder; it would not abandon her so long as she stayed in the moment, craving the flesh. Meera ran her tongue along her teeth unironically.

                “The truth of God… It is not something one can tell. It is something that must be seen,” Meera continued on in a breathy tone, “Are you spoken for this evening?”