Redbone

He was in too deep. The paranoia was his own, his own "n-s creepin'," his own, private, self-inflicted hell. But as she walked toward him, the red light bathing her in a kind of surreal, dreamlike beauty, he realized that it didn't matter. The risk, the fear, the, yes, scandalous nature of it all... it was worth it.

"You coming?" she asked, her voice soft, breaking through his thoughts. Redbone

He’d heard the whisperings, the suggestions that she was too much, too captivating, too… scandalous. He was in too deep