”The group found themselves nodding.“And then he attacked,” Choran said.“Uh, no,” Celestine answered. “He never actually attacked me with ... weapon. He told me that one of us would be dead in the morning but it wouldn’t be him. I decided it best to prove him wrong.”Elena sat back and stared at the maid.“He made a threat to your life,” Jonathan said with a nod. “Given his secretive nature and the fact he carried a concealed dagger, I find you acted with justification.”“Absolutely,” Choran agreed.. I was confused.My phone rang and I received the call, it was my best friend. He asked me whether I was home and when I said yes ,he requested me to accompany his those three friends around the city, who had stayed at my house sunday night as he had to go for an important meeting which he couldn't avoid. Before I could say anything to him, he cut the call. I was tensed as I had to be with those three men again. I was lost in my thoughts as my phone rang again, it was an unknown number calling. I. "This feels right," I told myself as I pushed myself inside her. She squirmed, tendrils of red moving with her wincing, smiling face. I stroked her breast with the back of my hand and gazed into her eyes, then pulled out and entered her again, watching her back arch. I spent the next several minutes gliding in and out with fluid movements, occasionally leaning in for a kiss. She eventually raised her legs over my shoulders, prompting me to keep leaning in. I didn't expect a girl with her. It is a good thing Kuala Lumpur didn't have many serious practitioners of the black art. I can't say I like messing with elementals or demons. It's like playing with imaginary shit. The stuff stinks in a figurative sense and it sticks to your psychic hands.I didn't know there was the Hindu who was the temple priest not far from my bungalow. I learned about him when my maidservants, Meenachi and Vimala, told me that the priest was making enquiries about me, who I was and what I did for a living..