Dorian in many of their outing had mentioned he had a nasty habit of gambling. he did not mention that he rarely loses become math is second nature to him. He can count cards like no one else. he had no idea Christina Wells had been murdered, nor did he know the woman who crawled into his bed every night had been the one to do so. He should have guessed she had been far too giddy lately. Matthew and Maria had left town the day before to secure their next home. Phoebe had refused to leave his side.

She was walking out of a seedy little bar dressed in a light pink ball gown of all things. The cut throats all moved the fuck out of her way like they knew better. "I tired of your boring habits Alexander!" She called back clearly pissed off stomping off down the streets. She and the other to were almost always around Dorian and with those the others had targeted.

Inside the bar, Dorian leaned forward popping a button under the cravat "Alright, next hand?" he asked tossing down a few coins. Clealry looking releived she was gone. he had no idea Helena was near, he never expected to see her again. Better to cut her off and not risk the psycho who kept him on a short leash find out he had taken a fancy to her. He had broke his blood bond months before but was still biding his time. He had Phoebe convinced he loved her so she had not bonded him again.