<strong>Henry Marrow - his apartment</strong><br/><br/>Daniela smoothly came to her feet, the Louis Vuitton snatched up in that same graceful movement. "The rules of your former life no longer apply." She told him on her way to the door. "The sooner you realize that, the better for everyone. Including your precious Lindsey. Each moment she spends with you while you are in this state of denial puts her at risk. The kindred of Salt Lake City do not take kindly to Masquerade breaches."<br/><br/>"That is the first of six traditions: the Masquerade."<br/><br/>Hand on the doorknob the Asian beauty send him an enigmatic glance over her shoulder. "You have no idea what I am talking about, do you? But this is your own fault. You, Lindsey, your company; all risked on your inability to see the truth. Do you still feel your heart beating? Have you felt the urge to relieve yourself when you woke up? Tsk, childe. I embraced you for your strength, but foolishness is quite something else."<br/><br/>"Come."<br/><br/>She walked from his apartment and past the elevators towards the emergency exit. Daniela pushed it open and stepped outside on the ironwrought stairs. The wind was strong this high and her hair and clothes fluttered as if possessed as she descended the stairs, one hand lightly on the railing. "Isn't the view beautiful? The lights, the colors. An entire city, asleep. I came here after the first time I visited you." Her stride displayed no fatigue as she followed the staircase downwards. At the sixth floor she paused and leaned both hands on the railing.