A thousand thoughts rumbled through Laura’s head on her way home. She called Jamey on her mobile. She was with a friend and would be back later. Foo...? No, she would have something there. Did she hear from Dean? No, he was out with friends. Oh, Puh -leeez! Laura opted for take-out and a movie. After all, it was only her at home till late. On the way back to town she wondered what her next step would be. Would she give Jamey the lesson about men and their ways, their infidelities and love for. The first thing they would do is mobilise the special ops unit, then they would phone the cops. She sighed inwardly. The Police. So far she had not needed to kill any of them, in this city. It would them another 20 seconds to arrive and then 30 to pinpoint her building. That left her with 15 seconds to disappear once she cleared the building. The assassin left the elevator and exited the building via the front door. The key was to act like you belonged. Nothing was out of place, everything was. ‘It wasn’t Sarah, anymore Ada’an. The faemoré are too cruel to be thought of by the name that you identified what they were.’ ‘It was Sarah’s body that held me, my lord. Her hands branded my skin where they touched, and her eyes that blazed with fire and burned me.’ ‘You know better than that my Prince because you know more of the faemoré to make such trivial a judgment.’ Ada’an jerked up from the rest, a hand going to hold his head, a curse erupting from him but preferring to remain upright. She was in her room, headphones donned, partying away to music I didn’t understand. She looked a little annoyed, but she stopped her music and removed her headphones.“Is it important?” she asked me. “I’m not in the mood right now for lectures, mom.”“Oh, boy,” I said.“Seriously? It’s summer, mom. No lectures, please?”“Well, I’ll try not to make it sound like a lecture then. I’ll just inform you of what happened last night.”“What happened? Grandma’s okay, isn’t she?”“She’s fine. It’s about your.