All the Perfumes of Arabia
By Fewthistle

Author's Note: Written for the Food and Drink Challenge at the Livejournal Community T100.

Serena loved the way the light of the candle sent a faint, golden glimmer through the lush claret shadings of the wine. Slipping both hands under the full globe of glass, her skin took on the reddish glow, awash in crimson.

How appropriate, she thought. God knows, they're stained with enough blood. Can't do this job if you aren't willing to get your hands dirty in the name of justice. One of Jack's favorite mottos. He ought to know. Still, it was her choice. It was always her choice.

Not for the first time, she felt a stab of pity for Lady Macbeth.