Spoiled Blood, Isla Storm 1 It was an utterly miserable evening. Sleet pelted down on me with a vengeance as I waited impatiently in a foggy alleyway tucked in the Outlands. I forced another breath through my mouth as the foul whiff of garbage and human rot assaulted my heightened senses. Icy rain soaked my hair. It dripped down my face, trickling down my neck and beneath my collar. I was hungry and pissed off, and well overdue for a stiff drink. Despite it all, I held my position, nestled...