"My dear, we cannot help you. I'm sorry, but you had best be on your way now," the ebony haired woman before me said cooly, clutching the thick, wooden front door with both hands. She was beautiful, there was no denying it. She had deep, chocolate colored eyes, porcelain skin that reminded me of ivory or snow, and an intimidating air of power hung around her. She was tall and thin, dressed in an extravagant...