Selene came and took her seat beside me, the alcohol making her a tad bit more confident. She even went so far as to run her fingertips along my shoulders as she passed. I despised the little electric shocks that jolted through my body and prayed she hadn't noticed how I twitched under her touch.
Our kitten could play games alright.
"Pray tell, what is your idea, Selene?" Aaren steepled his fingers over his now empty plate and looked at her. He looked at only her when she was in the room.
"Well," she took another long gulp of her drink and I wondered just how intoxicated she planned on getting. "We want to frame him, but it has to be believable. And," she paused trying to gather her thoughts. "It has to be extreme enough for the police not to overlook it, even the ones on his payroll."
"What did you have in mind," I asked and draped my arm over the back of her chair. She leaned back and looked at me, her red lips twitching into a smile.