Lust Feud

You win some, you lose some.

Or whatever. That adage doesn’t really encapsulate how far I’ve risen and fallen in just the last couple months. Drew Smythe got the death penalty, which of course he’s appealing, so who knows when that will happen. Kellianna? She’s still in Ireland.

Drew did his best to destroy my professional reputation both in and out of the courtroom. And Evan and I? We imploded from the pressure. Kellianna is worried about me given how things went down, but she’s too busy with her responsibilities at the mother coven. Jason is becoming more than a friend, while the Gods keep throwing Jared Smythe in my path when I need his compassion the most. My heart’s in a blender and I’m taking it one day, one hour, at a time.

My last two high profile cases have made me a multi-millionaire, something I never saw coming. So I’ll do the responsible thing, I’ll take some time for myself. Who am I kidding? I’m going to drown in alcohol and lose myself in the brothels of Waikiki.

Too bad the Moo Wahine who run said brothels are demanding that the police bring me on as their ‘neutral party’ for their latest feud. The police think it’s a serial killer going after their sex workers. The Moo Wahine think it’s coordinated attacks by each other.

What do I think? I think that if I’m already spending most of my time in their brothels I might as well get paid for it.