"Then don't ask me." She said seriously. "Just say it." I want my sweet little girl, my darling daughter to wish me happy birthday." I said.She was qu...et for a moment. Then she began to sniff and whimper. Her eyes doled out painful drops of water, and then she let loose a flood. Mother's adult morals still wanted to eradicate the sick alter-ego that claimed her life once a week. Although her mind had made a truce with itself, that truce was dependent upon the right day. My birthday hadn't. The school was mostly attended by the children of noble or wealthy families. The majority of them were therefore used to things like this coming up on occasion. It was rare for any of them not to miss several months every year due to such trips. This was especially true of those who came from smaller mating groups like Feya's.By the end of the day Feya had made all the necessary arrangements. Her grandmother was as interested as Feya as to why the Empress had sent a hand written invitation.. .. couple of questions; Who told you that?" Some college kids on the campus. They get drunk and search for it every Saturday." Then it's probably just a bunch of bullshit," I said, with an annoyed tone in my voice. "We are going to waste time chasing down a myth," I said doubtfully under my mustache."It's real, Jane, I can feel it in my heart," Samantha said with conviction."Next off... Why did he just leave it in an alley? Isn't that risky?"Samantha looked thoughtful for a moment. "It is, but. " Not for long, you bastard. You've gone too far. I'll take the police. I'll take jail. I'LL TAKE TWENTY YEARS!"She gave him a terrific slap on the face, grabbed her clothes, ducked under his arm and left, weeping, dressing as she went. Once decent, she slammed out of his apartment and returned to her own in the building across the street. She collapsed on her bed in the bedroom, weeping in utter desolation... It was an hour later when Gunnar entered her apartment and found her still lying.