A quick spell later and she was walking down a long hall to the stairway. By the time, she got to the bottom of the stairs, Zoe and her goons were there waiting.
“How did you get out of your room and what are you doing?” Zoe screeched.
“First, I thought I was a guest and not a prisoner. Secondly, I need to speak to Luciano and I need to speak to him right now.”
“You don’t give the orders around here. Get back to your room, before I take you back to your room. You won’t like it very much if I have to take you back.”
Harley was not fazed by her threats. She should have been, yet she was too angry to care one little bit.
“I want to speak with Luciano, now!”
Zoe advanced on her with a quickness that only vampires had. Harley was surprised when there was no impact. Instead, Aiden had a hold of Zoe.
“I don’t think the boss wants our guest harmed, Zoe.”
“Let me go jester, or I will rip your throat out.”
“Try it cupcake.” His lips curled into an evil smile. He started laughing. Immediately he dropped Zoe and stood behind Harley covering her ears. She could feel his chest rumbling with laughter. Seconds later, Zoe and crew were on the floor gasping in pain.
She could hear Zoe screaming. Blood coming out of her nose and ears. Aiden stopped as suddenly as he started and uncovered Harley’s ears.
“Follow me and I will take you to Luc.”
Harley followed him silently. She wasn’t sure what to think, and even less sure what to say. Aiden had not only saved her from being attacked by Zoe, he had also made sure she and her goons were incapacitated.
She did hope he didn’t get in hot water with Luciano for helping her out. A few minutes later he knocked on a set of double doors.
Everyone thought the Joker was just a comic book character until the paranormal world collided with reality ten years ago.
The comic book character came to life in the jesters with their supernatural powers. They gave life to everyone’s worst fears and fan’s greatest hopes.
These maniacal pranksters were the enforcers and assassins of what would become known as the dark side of a very real paranormal world.
Jesters were ruthless, they were cunning, they were nightmares come to life. Their bright green locks were imitated all over the world by their fans.
No, they did not have painted on clown faces. Though some of them were quite pale. They varied in shade from the lightest light to the darkest dark. Skin tone did not denote a jester.
They came in all shapes and sizes, looking human save for the green hair. If you couldn’t sense the paranormal energy there would be no way to know you were dealing with a jester and not a fan who dyed their hair.
Most people couldn’t figure it out until it was too late. Jesters weren’t exactly known for their social visits. Though if they weren’t there to kill you, they were there to party. Jesters were well known for their copious amounts of drug and alcohol use.
What Harley couldn’t figure out is why he had helped her. Perhaps her host had ordered him to keep her safe.
He knocked on the door. “Luc, our guest would like to have a word with you.”
“Enter.”
Luciano was lounging on a large black four poster bed. It was easily the biggest bed she had ever seen. He was wearing black silk trousers; the bedding was the same scarlet color of her hair. The same near blood color that her gown had been in the dream.
“What an unexpected surprise. I hope you are well.” He smiled at her.
Harley, still keyed up from the dream as well as finding herself fully healed, didn’t censor her response.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Whatever do you mean?”
Harley was a bit uncomfortable having this conversation in front of Aiden. At this point, her anger overrode the discomfort.
“I think you know what I mean, Luciano.”
“Luc, please call me Luc. We are, after all, acquainted.”
“Then you are not denying it?”
“Denying what exactly?”
“That you seduced me while I was sleeping.”
His smiled widened. “You had a good rest then?”
“I feel better than when I went to sleep. That doesn’t answer my question.”
“You mean your accusation.”
“Fine! It doesn’t answer my accusation.” Harley was becoming angrier with the exchange of words. He was playing a game and she wasn’t in the mood.
“Aiden, would you be so kind as to leave and close the door behind you.”
If Aiden wondered what was going on, he didn’t act like it. He simply left, closing the door.
“Harley, would you please come here and sit down.”
Harley was furious. She moved closer to the bed but didn’t take a seat. She liked having the advantage, any advantage would do at this point.
“I did seduce you in a way.”
“What do you mean?”
“I seduced you in your dreams. It was merely a representation of you and not the physical you.”
“You can dream walk?”
“Yes, among other things.”
“Why?”
“Why not? I find you very attractive and you happened to be under my roof. It was easy enough to find your dreams. I had just planned on talking to you, but then you showed up in that luscious silk nightie of yours.”
“Did you use any of your powers to take my ability to say no, away?”
He shook his head. She could tell by the look on his face, her question had surprised him.
“No. I wouldn’t do that. I don’t need to take an unwilling woman to bed, not even in a dream. Nor, would I.”
Harley had to sit down and think this over. She sat gingerly on the
