Once she was sure the rest of the party was otherwise occupied, Ghia took her card and her purse and stole downstairs to the bar.

They came upon Mudflat in mid-afternoon, much to Aro's relief.

The night air was chill against his bare, sweat-soaked arms, and Lares wished he'd not forgotten his coat below decks.

He'd been treated worse. Much, much worse, and with less provocation. 

Trent was the first to hear the commotion outside.