Hate Crime
They'd only recently gotten back to New York. So much work to do. And now Gio was running a few errands while Andrew was engrossed in work and Angelo was tidying the suite.
She was carrying her canvass bag of acquisitions back towards their place when she heard the scream. It was agirl's scream. It was not a scream at a spider or a mouse or a pillow fight. Giovanna herself had screamed the way she was hearing once.
She ran toward the ally where she heard it. There were four men in Kevlaresque jackets and one very frightened young woman with platinum curls -- from which emerged long, long pointed ears.
"Well, don't you feel like big men," Giovanna says, eyes flickering.
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