No thanks. The vamps wore their mafia motif on their sleeves; though, he’d yet to talk to a Carthian, so maybe they were different.The vamps, the In...ictus, were also writing his cheques. That meant they owned his new life. It also meant they owned his dad’s life. If he did something to piss them off, that’d be the end of that. And it wasn’t like he could just ignore everything Avery had to say; christ, he ran into some fucking random spirits just last night. Should he have hunted them down, or. They were prosperous farmers and he a mere labourer. Princess Sara sympathised with their desire not to let their sister do anything so foolish as marry beneath her, but deplored their treatment of the poor boy - for he was scarcely out of his teens.She looked down at his feet and saw the same terrible lacerations that had marred hers before now. He could scarcely stagger another yard, such was the extent of his exhaustion. He had clearly been beaten terribly very recently and looked much more. And I was delighted.I asked her for a movie on the next day and she agreed. I bought two tickets of the corner sheet in the last row of INOX. I booked the show in the night from 7:30 PM and it was a horror movie. I called her in the morning once just to talk and get the confirmation that she would come for the movie because plans change at the last moment. She said that she would come and I said that I would go to her address to pick her. She agreed.At 6 PM in the evening, I booked a cab. ”Present Time/Reihnholt Ranch: Vicky was showing Ashley through her house, which was very large. Ashley had been awed when they first pulled up into the long circular drive. Two stories with seven bedrooms, a formal dining room, informal dining room, living room, family room, five full bathrooms, and two offices. This place was a mansion. A sign hung over the drive way, which read Reihnholt Ranch. About a hundred yards behind the house was huge barn where Mr. Reihnholt kept his 10 horses. .