Desmond Cusick's Diary

I couldn't sleep, so I went wandering the Upper Level to clear my head. Coincidentally, I ran into Magdalena Moore again. She had just finished a snack. There was a boy there--Ashleigh Yorkwad--and I'm afraid Magdalena comandeered some steaks that he dropped after he had fled in terror from her shifted form. I had to compensate him with some credits.

These new wounds will be interesting to explain away, but it was certainly worth it again. Magdalena is an incredible woman, and a wonderful cook.

If only she would lock that damnable hound out of the bedroom.