When I finally opened my eyes, I looked over at the clock on my nightstand and silently cursed when I saw it said ten thirty. I consistently met my mother for Catholic mass at St. Ignatius, knowing that she would give me shit about missing it today. 'Well there isn't a hell of a lot I can do about it now, I grumbled to myself.

I grabbed my robe and tied the sash around my waist, feeling a little jittery remembering the events of the previous evening. Part of me wondered if I had dreamt the whole thing, but there were too many vivid details to chalk it up to...