And so, the tale of Angela White, The Vixen, spread throughout the land, a cautionary story of a woman so powerful, she could enthrall and bewitch even the strongest of wills. Some say that on stormy nights, when the wind howls through Ravenswood, you can still see Angela White, sitting alone in the tavern, sipping her wine, and waiting for her next victim to stumble into her web of enchantment.
"Some things don't have an expiration date." Gene picked up his pencil, then put it down again. "I was on the rescue crew. I know what we found down there. And I know what the company people said when they came through afterward, asking questions, taking names, being very polite about it." He met her eyes. "They weren't polite people, Angela." vixen angela white
She glanced up. He was older than she'd first thought — mid-forties, maybe, with silver threading through dark hair and a sharp jawline that spoke of discipline. But it was his eyes that caught her. Pale grey. The kind of grey that didn't reflect light so much as absorb it. And so, the tale of Angela White, The
The hotel had twelve rooms total. Only three were occupied: Room 7, Room 3 — a pair of birdwatchers from Hobart who kept to themselves — and Room 11, where Old Gene stayed permanently, a retired logger who traded minor maintenance work for his rent. "I was on the rescue crew
Outside of her professional life, White is involved in various philanthropic efforts. She has supported organizations like the RSPCA (Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) and has been an advocate for animal rights.