Marian got to the end of the article she was reading and was considering what she could do to help the cause, when she felt it. Another immortal. But not just another immortal, a familiar immortal.
Marian turned around to look at the rest of the club and there he was, on the other wall, having chosen a half hidden booth like she had. The Sheriff. The object of all her bloody woes.
She glared at him from her table, both startled and very annoyed. Then she lifted her arm and flicked him a V.