Vivienne wrapped her arms around her old friend and sometimes lover but his body was rigid. She could tell that her words of caution were useless.<br/><br/>She laughed and moved away. "You are ensorcled. She has wrapped you in her soul. There is no other way to say it."<br/><br/>Malachai sank into a leather chair and raised his glass in toast.<br/><br/>Vivienne sighed.<br/>"Okay, Well, what did you and the old boys' club decide about our next course of action? Do we police the streets ourselves? Do we set up a tribunal to keep our own kind in check?"