The Real Name

Willow kneels on the marble, the plug humming, as David's hand tightens under her chin. 'Tell them your real name, doll,' he says, loud enough for the nearest table to hear. She swallows, the draft post glowing in his hand, and whispers, 'Warren Sable.' A man at the bar lowers his drink, and David smiles, thumb brushing her cheek. 'Good girl—now let's see if they believe you.'