Thorn slowly nodded before repeating the name in a whisper, “Seraph”.  Her head was still in motion as she took a sharp intake of air then let it out with a smile.  Composing herself wasn’t easy and she quickly turned away from Seraph to go to the basement door.  Feeling very overdressed in her black wool tailored pants and beige button down shirt which held traces of Sam’s blood down the front of it, Thorn steeped out of her heels and left them by the side of the door.<br/><br/>“Sam, bring up some wine,” she called down the steps then left the door open and returned to the kitchen…and to Seraph.  She stopped just before stepping into the room and allowed herself to take in the sight before her.  Every glistening white leather encased curve of her body was screaming out to Thorn but she knew she couldn’t give into it…this was business, nothing more.  If the woman enjoyed walking around half naked and with a mask on then that was going to have to be how it was.  The only problem would be, of course, Sam.<br/><br/>That fleeting thought of Sam brought Thorn back to reality and she continued into the kitchen as if nothing had happened when she first laid eyes on Seraph.  Placing the glass into the cabinet and taking out three wine glasses in its place, Thorn turned once more to Seraph with a smile.  “Let’s go sit in the living room.  My Sam will bring us our wine and even join us.  We should all get to know each other, don’t you think?” she said as she walked past Seraph and entered the living room with the wine glasses held between her fingers.  She had not realized that she said Sam was hers, but as with any predators, one has to be the alpha…and Thorn was determined that one would be her.