Conversations with LianAs a stray cloud drifted over the moon, the girl in black scaled the chain link fence and dashed across the grass. It was the same routine she'd managed for the last three months, and by now, she had it timed perfectly to avoid the night watchman and his dog. The half-moon reappeared, casting a faint glow on her skin but throwing her eyes in total shadow. The hundred yards between the fence and the marble wall were deserted, much to her relief. She rounded the corner and saw that he was not in his usual place at the far end of the wall. "Lian?" she whispered, unwilling to raise her voice any higher. He wasn't there. She knewConversations with Lian
