I can't believe this has been in the works for two years.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL TRAUMA, ASSAULT, AND TORTURE! ESPECIALLY IN THE LATTER HALF! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

Seriously, I feel totally messed up for writing this chapter. But...the villains are messed up, so... Yeah. This is not for the faint of heart.

Title Song (though the title fits more than the actual mood of the chapter): "You're the Devil in Disguise" by Elvis Presley

"Great job, everyone!" Charlie said to the cleaning staff. "Thank you for staying up late to clean up the ballroom! Everything looks spick and span! Now we can all get some sleep and—"

SMASH! The ballroom doors were obliterated. Everyone turned to see a twenty-foot Radio Demon barreling in like a raging bull. The staff screamed and ducked behind the tables. Vaggie whipped out her spear and stood in front of Charlie.

"Oh, dear, oh, dear!" Niffty hid behind the Princess's leg. "He's in a really bad mood!"

"I knew it. It was only a matter of time before he snapped." Vaggie pointed her spear at the incoming Overlord. "Stay back, you monster! If you come near my Charlie, I'll—"

The Radio Demon sliced through the spear with his extended claw. It fell into five pieces.

"Now, c-calm down, Al!" Charlie raised her palms. "What seems to be the prob—?"

"They took her." His glitched voice dripped with venomous fury.

Vaggie and Charlie looked at each other. "Who?"

Static and Vodou symbols flooded the room. "They took my Tina."

"Tina?" Vaggie said.

"Oh, yeah." Niffty nodded. "That would make him mad."

"Who, Al?" Charlie asked. "Who took Tina?"

"The Vs." His claws tore through the ballroom floor. "They took ma précieuse."

"What?" Vaggie said. "How do you know that?"

"I KNOW!" The Radio Demon slammed his fists to the floor, causing the tables and bar to jump. "I'LL KILL THEM! I'LL HUNT THEM DOWN AND SKIN THEM ALIVE FOR TAKING MY BELOVED FROM ME!"

"This isn't good," Charlie said. "We've gotta calm him down."

"How?" Vaggie gestured to him. "When powerful demons get like this, they don't listen to reason."

"The fuck is going on in here?" Husk rushed through the crater that was once a doorway and stopped. "Boss?"

"Husk, do something!" Vaggie shouted.

"Me? Yeah, right! Only one who can talk any sense into him when he's like this is Tina!"

"He's right!" Niffty clutched Charlie's pantleg as she pointed up at Alastor. "Even in his scariest form, he'll always calm down for Tina!"

"But the reason he's like this," Vaggie said, "is because he thinks the Three Vs took Tina."

"What?" Angel appeared in the crater. "What's this about the Vs and Tee?" He looked up at the Radio Demon. "Wow. Tina's one lucky gal."

"I'LL CRUSH THEM!" The Radio Demon slashed his talons through the empty buffet tables. "I'LL RUN THEM THROUGH! I'LL GUT THEM AND STUFF THEM AND—"

"AL!" Charlie snarled, two horns sprouting out of her skull as she stood up to him. "I KNOW YOU'RE UPSET, BUT IF YOU DON'T CALM DOWN THIS INSTANT, WE'RE NEVER GONNA FIND OUT HOW TO FIX THIS AND HELP TINA!"

Alastor blinked, surprised that the Princess had it in her to talk so forcefully. Relaxing, she put a hand to his chest and lowered her voice.

"Now, take a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth."

He obeyed. She repeated the instructions until he shrunk back to normal. Although even in his smaller form, his clothes and hair were disheveled. He didn't even have his monocle on.

"Th-Thank you, Princess." Alastor smoothed out his jacket. "I, err, lost my senses for a minute there."

"Charlie." Vaggie walked up to her partner. "That was really badass, and I've never loved you more, but first," she said, turning to Alastor, "can we go back to the beginning? Tina's missing?"

He nodded, taking the rings out of his pocket. "When no one else could tell me where she went, I sent my shadows to find her. She's nowhere in the hotel."

"Maybe she stepped out for some air?" Charlie suggested.

He narrowed his eyes. "I know my Tina well enough to know that she, after all she's been through, would not be wandering the chaotic streets of Hell on her own, without the ring to summon me."

"The dame's strong enough to take care of herself," Husk said.

Alastor pulled another item from his jacket. "Without her phone?"

"Oh boy," Angel said. "This is serious."

"Okay," Vaggie said, "but what makes you think the Three Vs took her? Weren't you with her when they left?"

Swallowing the urge to yell at Vaggie for insinuating this was his fault, Alastor explained what he'd found in the kitchen. The broken teacup, the smell of toxin, the trail of blood, and Valentino's cigarette butt.

"You're suggesting that Tina," Vaggie said, "drank a cup of drugged tea, was dragged out of the kitchen, into the alley, and stolen away by the Three Vs?"

"That seems the most likely string of events," Alastor said.

"But how did her tea get drugged? She wouldn't be dumb enough to drink anything the Three Vs gave her, right? And how did they get in the kitchen in the first place?"

"Oh!" One of the servers, who had been watching from the sidelines, facepalmed. "I'm sorry! I was getting a delivery and I think I forgot to lock the door!"

Vaggie also facepalmed. "We'll talk about taking proper security measures later."

That's when Alastor remembered his realization from earlier. He had gotten so caught up with Tina and their fight-turned-passionate-entanglement, he'd forgotten.

"I believe," he told the others, "that a spy of the Vs has taken lodging in our hotel."

Charlie gasped. "A spy?"

"No way." Angel shook his head. "Val wouldn't be dumb enough to send one of his goons to snoop on me or anyone else here, cuz he knows I'd recognize 'em in a blink."

"All I know," Alastor said, "is that someone left…questionable gifts for me and Tina tonight, before the party began, and made them look like we had sent them to each other. And I know Valentino was at least involved, because—"

"Holy shit!" Angel's top hands flew to his head. "Ya mean to tell me someone else sent ya those nudes in a box? And that negligee wasn't from you?"

Alastor glared at the spider. "Is there anything about our private lives you don't know about?"

"Well, Tee still has yet to tell me how long your—"

"Back up!" Vaggie held up her hands. "Nudes in a box? Negligee?"

"Yes, yes," Alastor said. "Someone entered my room, without my knowledge, took this negligee of Tina's I kept in my drawer—"

"You kept her what in your what?" Husk said.

Angel snickered. "Bambi's more of a freak than I thought."

"Focus, you idiots!" Alastor stomped his foot. "The point is that someone snuck into my room. Which means someone, who access to my room, and also access to…" He blushed. "Tina's…photographs." He shook it off. "Is working for the Three Vs. What they hoped to accomplish by sending these obscure gifts, I have no idea. But whoever this somebody was must've also drugged Tina's tea and dragged her out into the alley, where Valentino was waiting."

Static buzzed as he growled at the thought.

"How is that possible?" Charlie said. "The only ones who have access to your room, other than you, of course, are me, Vaggie and—"

"The staff."

The Radio Demon scanned the staff members remaining in the ballroom. At this point, they'd peered out from under the tables. As soon as those glowering red eyes fell upon them, the staff ducked back into hiding.

"It wasn't me, Al!" Niffty insisted. "I would never, ever, ever take something from your room without your permission! Unless it was garbage. Or a cockroach. Or a rat."

Alastor sighed and patted her on the head. "I'm aware of that, darling. No. Someone else in this hotel has been spying on us, trying to make us look like fools."

"Who?" Vaggie asked.

"I don't know. But once I do…" He summoned his mic and slammed it to the floor. "I'm going to make them wish conversion to Heaven is possible. Because it'll be the only way they can escape my wrath."

The rest of the staff and guests were rounded up in the ballroom. A few rubbing their eyes as they'd only just gotten to bed when they were pulled out by the Radio Demon's shadows. While Charlie and Vaggie had offered to get everyone, he didn't want to waste time.

"Now." Alastor marched across the stage, one hand behind his back, the other holding the mic to his mouth. "I understand the hour is late, and many of you would like to get to dreamland after this tumultuous evening. However, I am afraid this crisis simply cannot wait until morning."

He turned on his heel, planting himself centerstage. "Tina is missing."

There were alarmed whispers from those who had only just arrived.

"And not only that. I believe, no, I am certain she was abducted, by none other than the Three Vs."

That earned a series of whimpers and cries. Most of Tina's employees knew what it was like to be in the clutches of the terrifying trio, and didn't wish that on their beloved boss.

"But they did not act alone. No." He pointed his mic to the crowd. "One of you has been working as their spy. And aided them in taking my wife."

The demons looked amongst each other warily, wondering who he might be referring to.

"It had to be someone who had access to all the rooms in the hotel." Alastor hopped off the stage, scanning the faces. "Able to sneak around, and take…certain items, undetected. Perhaps it was…"

He swung around, pointing his mic. "You!"

Proxy jumped back. "Me?"

"As a maid, you have a master key." He prodded her chin with the mic. "Not to mention you have a history of thievery. But being such a tiny thing, no one would suspect you of anything more sinister. For all I know, you cozying up to me during group therapy could've been to gain my trust."

"Seriously?" Proxy pushed the mic down. "For your information, I gave back everything I stole. And I stood up for you in group therapy because I genuinely felt bad for you. Not that you deserve anyone feeling bad for you, creep."

Alastor squinted at her, then straightened up. "Of course, it couldn't have been you."

She blinked. "Huh?"

"After all," he said, continuing through the crowd, "the item missing from my room was of a…sensitive nature. And after your reaction to pilfering Angel Dust's, ahem, special toy, you wouldn't knowingly take such an item."

"Sensitive nature? Wait. What exactly was take—?"

"Besides!" Alastor stopped in his tracks and spun around. "This individual would've been acting under orders. And the Three Vs wouldn't have dared hired someone so noncompliant to be their spy. This person would've been accustomed to blindly following orders. Right?" He snapped his attention to the next demon. "Rosemary?"

"Hmm?" Rosemary jumped back. "I don't know what—"

"As I recall, you were a member of a terrorist group before you died. In fact, your death occurred because you were blindly following orders. On top of that," he said, sticking his nose into her face, "I've been suspicious of you ever since you asked if gumbo was vegan."

"You're accusing her based on that?" Vaggie shouted.

"I'm sorry!" Rosemary winced. "I'm sorry, Mr. Alastor! I can make dishes with meat if you want I just don't like eating other creatures, I'm sorry you don't like my cooking but I'm not a spy, I swear I'm not—"

"I know."

She opened her eyes. "You…know?"

His grin widened as he ruffled her leafy hair. "I was just messing with you! It's more likely it was the solitary hellhound who, for some reason, can't speak in full sentences."

"Not true!" Hildegard cried. "I speak fine!"

"Or the adulterous psychiatrist who thinks she can shrink our brains with her Freudian malarky."

"You seem to be projecting," Dr. Cougarton said.

"Or the incestuous twins. They were previously employed under Valentino, after all. Who's to say they weren't pretending to be the victims all along?"

"Okay, that's it." Vaggie pushed through the crowd. "Alastor, I get you wanna find out what happened to Tina, but you can't just intimidate our staff like this."

"But we must eliminate all possible suspects." The Radio Demon rubbed his chin as he paced. "Not only would this spy have access to every room, but it must've been someone who would've gotten close enough to Tina to drug her. Someone Tina would've trusted to make her tea. That rules out Dr. Cougarton."

Dr. Cougarton opened her mouth to protest, then shrugged.

"The hellhound would've definitely been strong enough to drag her unconscious body."

"Hildey didn't do anything!" Dinah threw her arms around her partner. "She was with me the last several hours!"

Dana rolled her eyes.

"Yes, yes." Alastor mumbled as he began pointing out faces. "Not this one, not that one. No, no, no."

"If it would help," Charlie said, stepping forward, "I do have the employee roster. Maybe if we called roll and figured out who was missing—"

Alastor stopped and turned to the Princess. "What did you say?"

"Oh." She blushed and looked down at her clipboard. "I just thought, if this person helped take Tina, they wouldn't stick around, you know? I mean, if I helped kidnap someone, I wouldn't wait around for someone to figure out that I did it."

He blinked. Then he grabbed Charlie's hands and kissed them.

"What the hell?" Vaggie cried.

"Thank you, Charlotte." He released her hands. "Now I know exactly who our spy is."

"Who?" everyone demanded.

"Think about it. Who, out of everyone that arrived from The Reckoning, did Tina trust the most? Who, out of everyone, would you have least suspected to be up to no good? And who," Alastor said, glancing about, "is not with us right now?"

To find the answer, everyone looked around. Charlie scanned the list of employees on her clipboard. She wished she'd memorized everyone's names better. But whenever there was an issue with employees, it would usually be handled by…

Her eyes widened in realization. She turned the clipboard over in her hands. A clipboard that belonged to a certain individual. An individual who had not offered to take roll. Or, more importantly, was not freaking out over her boss's disappearance.

Charlie looked up, meeting Vaggie's eye. Judging by her expression, she'd come to the same conclusion.

"Hey." Charlie raised her voice so she could be heard. "Has anyone seen Carrie?"

Tina's hearing returned before her vision. While her head was swimming too much for her to make out the words, the two voices definitely belonged to Vox and Velvet. Had they seriously kidnapped her again? Hadn't they learned their lesson last time?

As Tina regained the feeling in her body, she realized she was, once again, suspended vertically. On another St. Andrew's cross, no doubt. Were the Three Vs so unoriginal that they hadn't even bothered to change up their method of restraining her?

She was about to tell them so, but the moment she tried moving her lips, something kept them in place. The pain of what felt like dozens of tiny puncture wounds made her want to scream. But she could not. Her lips wouldn't budge.

There were chuckles, and Tina looked up to see Velvet and Vox staring at her in amusement.

"I did warn you, sweetheart," Vox said, pointing, "to watch that mouth of yours. That someone might be inclined to sew it shut."

They hadn't.

Velvet, seeming to read her mind, held up a needle, dripping in blood. "We did."

Panicked, Tina moaned and tossed her head side to side. As if that would break the tight cords tugging at her lips. Whatever thread Velvet had used, it was strong.

"That's right, doll." Vox smirked. "No snarky remarks. No cries for help. No sonic screeches." He tapped at the manacles on her wrists. "You remember these, right? No transformations either."

She remembered. The slightest rise in adrenaline, and she'd be electrocuted.

Tina surveyed the room. This time, they had her trapped in someplace more decorative. The walls were lined with pink LED lights, illuminating two pieces of furniture in the far back. A desk, and a heart-shaped bed large enough for at least three people, draped in a pink, furry comforter. Set around it, at four different angles, were cameras.

It seemed they had upped their game, after all. Tina didn't want to imagine the kind of torture they had in mind for her. She had to summon Alastor before they could try anything else. She wiggled her left fingers, searching for the cold, sharp edges of the ruby ring.

But her hand was bare.

Tina released a squeak of alarm. Where was it? Had the Three Vs taken it? She tried to recall the events leading up to her blackout. The cause for it was a blur. Had they knocked her over the head? No, her head wasn't pounding from any bump. Chloroform again? When would they have had the chance after being kicked out of the hotel?

She was sure she'd been wearing the ring. She'd put it on her finger for the party for all to see. The last time she'd seen it had been in her bedroom when Alastor…

Embarrassment rose to her cheeks, and guilt bubbled in her gut. Of course, she'd taken it off during their passionate encounter. In her hasty anger, anxious to clothe herself and get out of that room, she hadn't thought to grab the ring. Likely, it was still on the floor of her bedroom.

If the Songbat could move her legs, she would kick herself. Not only had she lost her only way of communicating with Alastor, but if he'd seen that she left the ring, chances were he thought she wasn't coming back. Just like ten years ago.

She was at the complete mercy of the Three Vs.

Vox let out an electronic chuckle. "Finally hitting you, ain't it? No one's coming to save ya this time, little bat."

Tina hung her head. Without her powers, without Alastor, how was she going to get out of this situation?

"You're probably thinking our plan is to lure him here like before. Well, you'd be wrong, toots. This ain't about Radio Boy. Although," he said with a laugh, "breaking you up is a bonus."

"As sweet as the idea of personal revenge would be," Velvet said as she snapped a selfie with the shackled bat, "and how much my Sinstagram followers would go crazy over it, we were actually hired to abduct you this time."

Tina lifted her head, her eyes crinkling in confusion. By who?

A male voice called from out of her peripherals. "The bitch awake yet?"

Every function in Tina's body froze. That voice. It was a bit more slithery after so long, but it was unmistakable. She could never forget that slick New Yorker accent. Or that conceited, cruel tone. It had haunted her dreams for almost thirty years.

"Tina Twinkle," Vox said, sweeping out his arm as he stepped aside, "meet our client, Camille Léon. But I believe you've already met."

The demon that strode into view was some kind of lizard. The name suggested he was a chameleon. His curved, scaly head reached Tina's chin. His hands were in the pockets of his business suit. He grinned, revealing a set of sharp, yellow fangs. Much in the same manner as Alastor when he was hungry, except this mouth had thrice as many teeth.

"Remember me, Tina baby?"

Oh, did she ever. Although his body had changed, the chameleon had the same piercing blue eyes. Piercing right into her soul. As they had that stormy night when he'd forced himself upon her, and she'd been forced to take his life.

Ethan.

Her expression must've been enough to reveal her recognition, as the chameleon said, "That's right, it's me. Ya think after what ya did to me, I wouldn't try to find you?"

Ethan took her by the chin, squeezing hard as he turned her head from side to side. "Knew you'd end up here eventually. Whores like you are guaranteed to fall."

He released her chin to stroke her cheek. "Wasn't hard to find ya either. Even if ya had changed your first name, ya still have that angelic voice, and bitching sense of humor." He looked her over with a pleased smirk. "Not to mention that same luscious figure."

Oh, if only she could bite off his fingers. But all she could do was jerk her head away from his touch.

"But by the time I found you," Ethan went on, "you'd already shacked up with that Overlord." He scoffed as he shook his head. "Heard of a leopard never changing its spots. Guess the same goes for bats."

Tina rolled her eyes. He was still terrible at metaphors.

"Gotta admit though, it was pretty smart, hiding your ass behind a rich guy that could tear your enemies apart. Didn't even have to sleep with him! Impressive."

Ethan stuck his face into hers, their noses but a breath away. "But I guess that wasn't enough for ya in the end, huh? It never is with ya, baby. You wanted the full commitment. Rings, dick and all."

He traced a claw up her arm. "Maybe if ya'd been satisfied with just one of those things, ya wouldn't be in this mess."

Tina tried not to let his cruel words get to her. Unfortunately, they were all true. Not the insinuation that being Ethan's sidepiece had been enough, but that being the wife of a loving, devoted husband hadn't been. Alastor had given her everything, and had asked for nothing more than her companionship. That had transformed into a love that made her feel cherished.

And she had thrown that all away. Again. And for what?

Maybe this was what she deserved. To be tortured by the very man she'd killed. Closing her eyes, Tina hung her head and accepted defeat.

"What's this?" Ethan said. "Giving up already? Come on, baby. Where's that sexy fire of yours? Your playing hard to get was always the best part of our time together."

Even now, he still didn't realize that "playing hard to get" had been her legitimately saying no.

"Voxy," Velvet said. "I don't think our little Twinkle Toes cares what we do with her."

"Of course, she doesn't." Valentino's voice came from what must've been a connecting hallway. "She cares more about what happens to her precious little underlings than herself. A little bird told me so."

Valentino stepped up and yanked someone into Tina's view. The Songbat moaned in alarm at the sight of Carrie Canary.

"You didn't think we wouldn't be keeping an eye on ya, did ya, doll?" Valentino grinned as he yanked on Carrie's wrist. "Didn't take much to persuade this canary to sing."

"You s-said I'd be free!" Carrie squealed as she attempted to pull herself loose. "We m-made a deal! I'm s-sorry, Miss T-Tina! They s-said they wouldn't h-hurt you!"

Tina was stunned that Carrie would be working for the Three Vs. Then again, she was a vulnerable soul with no powers. Valentino could've snatched her up easily. And a desperate bird would've done anything to break free of her cage.

"Should've read the fine print, birdie." Valentino stuck out his long, slimy tongue and licked Carrie's palm. "I said if you spied on the Songbat, you'd get out of work in the studio. I never said I'd free your soul."

Scowling, Tina thrashed against her shackles in anger. The spike in adrenaline sent a brief shock through her. She hadn't thought it possible, but she probably hated Valentino more than Ethan.

"Anyways," Valentino said, "you, my sweet canary, still have a purpose to fulfill." He trained his eyes on Tina. "As much as we'd all like to come at you at once, Twinkle Toes, we agree that anything we do to you won't be as effective as what we do to those you care about. So, Camille."

He tossed Carrie towards Ethan, who caught her in his claws and tail. "I believe you know what to do."

"Oh, I do." Ethan grinned as he pulled Carrie against his body. "Come here, birdie. Let's have some fun."

Carrie shrieked as she was dragged across the room. Where the enormous bed was. "No! P-P-Please! D-Don't!"

"Keep stuttering. Turns me on."

Tina screamed against the threads. No way was she going to watch an innocent soul like Carrie, who had been damned on a mere technicality, be ravished by the same man who'd ravished her. But what could she do? Even if she tried to use her powers to break free, she'd be zapped.

Ethan ignored the bed and pressed Carrie against the desk. Her pleas were overpowered by the ringing in Tina's ears, and the rapid beating of her heart.

Then thunder. Tina looked around to find a thunderstorm playing on Vox's screen. Her fur stood on end as every function in her body shut down.

Valentino had been right on the money. This was far worse than outright harming Tina. They were recreating the night that had solidified her fate. Only this time, Carrie was the one under Ethan. And she was too weak to fight back.

CRASH!

Tina managed to shut her eyes. It was all she could do. But they were instantly pried back open.

"Uh-uh." Velvet taped her eyelids. "You ain't gonna be missing this show."

Tina tried turning away, but Valentino squeezed her chin and redirected her gaze. "Not a single second."

Once Velvet was done with Tina's eyelids, she got out her phone. She was filming it. Switching focus between the Songbat and the horrible display on the desk.

CRASH!

It was happening all over again. Someone else was suffering. Because of her.

CRASH!

No paperweight to grab this time. Both Tina and Carrie were helpless.

CRASH!

And Tina could do nothing but watch.

CRASH!

The Songbat lost consciousness for a moment. An electric jolt awakened her. She must've blindly transformed.

"Holy crap!" Velvet said. "Thunder really does trigger her!"

How had they known? Sure, Ethan knew exactly what position to make with Carrie, but how had they known about her phobia? Had they tortured Carrie for the information? Just how long had she been under their thumb?

I'm sorry, Carrie, Tina wished she could say. I promised I'd protect you, and I failed.

The poor canary's whimpers stung her ears more than the thunder.

Wait. Something was…off about those whimpers. They didn't sound like someone in pain. It almost sounded like…

"Oh!" Carrie cried out.

"You want it harder, baby?" Ethan said.

"Yes. Yes!"

Tina's terror melted into confusion. What the hell?

"No, no. Do it in your pathetic, wimpy voice."

"P-Please. H-Harder."

"That's better."

Tina did her best to block out the thunder to see what was really going on. Carrie was squished between the desk and Ethan. What he was doing to her was too wretched to describe. But from her facial expression, and her moans, she seemed to be…enjoying it.

What?

"B-Baby." Carrie squeezed her legs around his waist. "I've been s-such a b-bad girl."

Although she was stuttering, her tone came out uncharacteristically sultry, an octave below her usual pitch. No one else seemed surprised by the sudden change. Just Tina.

When it was finally done, Carrie threw back her head and panted heavily.

"I told you, baby." Ethan stood and offered his hand. "That your performance tonight would affect my performance."

Carrie batted her eyes as she took his hand. "So I did…good?"

"The best, honey!" He pulled her to her feet and swung her around. "What do you think, Val? You're the expert on this stuff."

Valentino released Tina's chin and took Velvet's phone to replay the recording. "Too bad the little birdie didn't go directly into showbiz. I'll make millions off this video alone."

"I told you." Carrie giggled as she smoothed out her dress. "I'm much more valuable behind the scenes."

The canary turned to the Songbat. "Confused, Miss Tina? Oh." She flipped her golden hair. "Did I forget to mention on my resume that I was a Broadway actress up top?"

Even without her mouth sewn shut, Tina would've been at a loss for words.

"Aw, please." Carrie rolled her eyes. "You didn't think I put up with your constant whining and bitching because I liked you, did you? No, Miss Tina." She advanced on the bat. "I've been in league with the Three Vs since long before you, ahem," she used air quotes, "'saved me from the streets.' And it wasn't because I was an innocent little victim looking for protection, either. I don't need protection. No, I did this for one purpose only. Revenge."

Tina tilted her head. Revenge? What had she ever done to Carrie?

"You still don't recognize me, do you?" Carrie sighed. "Well, to be fair, we only did meet that one time, when I visited my husband at his club. You remember? The day you killed him?"

It was then that the events leading up to her blacking out came rushing back to Tina. The tea. The toxic feathers. Carrie's ominous declaration.

"Tina, baby." Ethan put an arm around the canary. "Allow me to introduce you to my wife. Again."

Yeah. Now you know why this took a while to write. Not the length, but the content.