THE DEVIL’S ELIXIR (Tristan and Isolde)- Chapter XVIII

Chapter XVIII – Party Flavours   ISOLDE   VIP treatment can be scary as heck. I’m sitting in the back of Mark Stahl’s limo, noise and cameras surrounding the car. I blink every time flashes bounce off the bulletproof glass. Mark Stahl’s pruned hand is on my knee, the white sleeve of his shirt starched […]