Dayna Vendetta Siri Direct

"Siri doesn’t see guests without an appointment," the bartender muttered, eyes fixed on a glass he was polishing.

Dayna stood at the mahogany bar, her reflection in the mirror sharp enough to cut. She wasn’t here for the drinks or the music. She was here for a debt that had been aging like bad wine for three years. dayna vendetta siri

"I didn't come for the money, Siri," Dayna replied, her hand hovering near her waist. "I came to finish the story you started." "Siri doesn’t see guests without an appointment," the