A stream of energy extended from the foreign force, split to many more streams and interlaced to create one colorless durable string.A whistling sound...echoed and the durable string shot toward the Black Core.TING!The string collided with the Black Core, but failed to cause a reaction from it.The foreign force gathered the string and unleashed it again.TING!TING!TING!...Failure after failure after failure ... Not only that the string could not create the smallest scratch at the Black Core, it. Maybe in a few months I’ll feel differently, but don’t count on it.”“Bass,” she murmured, I could tell she was on the verge of more tears, “I need you. I love you. It was ... a ... oh Bass...”I interrupted her, “Sarah go upstairs and go to bed.”She squeezed my legs very tightly. I hated her. I hated what she’d done. The pain and the anger were fire new, but even so, in spite of my anger I wanted so much to hold her, to comfort her. She’d loved my mom and dad. I knew she was sad. I knew she was. "I would never do anything to-" Harm me." Alex finished for the blonde, opening her desire darkened eyes to meet Loren’s 's piercing green ones and seemed to make a decision. Crossing her arms around her own torso and grabbing the hem of her tank to pull it up and over head she tossed it to the floor. Then she leaned backwards immediately reassured by Loren's secure embrace lowering her gently to the bed as she laid down on the mattress and pulled the Loren down on top of her. "I'm not worried. Maybe around thirty. You look it.’ ‘Thank you. How old are you?’ ‘Forty-five.’ He’d thought I was younger. I wondered if that explained some of his former standoffishness. My little house was not in the best neighborhood, and my decorating style leaned toward eclectic and vintage—definitely not to everyone’s taste. Antiques and old things in general comfort me, and John seemed to pick up on that right away. He strolled around the living room, inspecting the things I’d collected over the years..