“Myles,” I whispered again, “it Monroe.” “Monroe,” he sighed relief into the phone, then his voice got nervous, “sweetie, why are you ca...ling me at one in the morning?” “I was,” I paused, I did not want to tell him why I was calling, but I knew that I had no other choice. “It just mom and dad are not talking to me because I moved in with a guy that they hate, but now that guy that they hate is really starting to scare me, and I kind of need a place to come and stay. I know you live like four. A poisoned dart does not respect magic. While your draconic magic protects against many things, nothing protects against magically enhanced poisoned weapons. Do you understand me?" Mirwanna said icily, tacitly referring to the fact that while the knife thrown into my back by the assassin was magicked, it was not a 'magically enhanced poison weapon', which was an entirely different level of weaponry."I understand," I replied, just as icily.She nodded and left. I was feeling very pissed, myself.. I hoped she wouldn’t freak out. She looked shocked for just a split second then caught herself. “That is not so big,” She said, giving a pouty shrug, “I have seen bigger ones. Why do you like Inga anyway? She is just a baby.” She lowered her towel, exposing her spectacular body. “I know how to do things she has never even heard of,” She said, walking up to me slowly, then pulling off my tee shirt, pulling down my shorts and then running her fingers up. . I was on automatic pilot or something."I made them stop..." she offered. "Right inside that door you talked about... I made them quit touching me. I knew you wouldn't like it," she added."Yeah, right," Brad replied. "You're on autopilot... got it." He made an angry gesture and turned to stare out the kitchen window. He didn't like looking at his wife anymore."You know something that really pisses me off?" Brad asked. He didn't wait for a reply."Damn you... you don't even let me hug you in.