Only two dogs, Jim and Helen, were with us on this particular day. Eve was carrying Mary in a kind of bag slung across her chest, so her movements wer... a bit awkward. The dogs and I were providing most of the security, and I was depending on a warning from the dogs if any danger neared.I had a pouch of six hand grenades slung from my saddle horn, and there was a cord running from my crossbow to the saddle horn so that I could recover it without dismounting if I dropped it. Of course, both of us. Hell, she may not need you at all. I’m just saying that we trust you enough to help Melanie, my boss’ wife who is now a widow. You are the most trustworthy person in our family, you should know that by now,” I explain to her, hopefully trying to avoid the ‘crying’ Tina.She sat pensively for a couple minutes as the wheels of the plane touched runway surface.As the plane taxied around to its parking space, I noticed a limo waiting for us. I also looked at all the other planes that were parked.. ”“Yes.”“So tell me, how has it been for you? Being recruited, going into the Deep Roads, taking the Joining?”She hesitated.“You can be honest. I won’t get you in trouble if you tell me you hate it, or something.”“The Deep Roads are ... unpleasant.” She frowned, but the expression looked mechanical – like she’d practiced it in the mirror, not like she actually felt the emotion of it.“Yes. Not my favourite place either.”“The maps I made should prove useful.”“Right...” This is not what I am. "Chrysaor scoffed. His sister knew damn well succubi weren't any more objects than she was. Submissive to the desires of others, for sure...but there are no slaves among the demons, for Hell is where the hopeless are king. Being a Flower of Hell was, among other benefits, pretty much the only shot for a fallen to get an eternal Lord under one's heel. Quid pro Quo, as they say.Even through the door, the siblings could feel the raw energy emanating from their private world. Since the party was in.