" OK, Matt it is. Now tell me, who are you writing the story for?" Well I'm a free lance writer but I've got a friend who's an editor in Wichita that ...as promised to run the story if he likes the message." I see. Well what's going to be the message?" You know Molly I'm not sure just yet but I was thinking, as the wife of a pastor you know a lot of the town folks, would you be willing to sit down with me and talk about the life here in Ashland and maybe introduce me to some of the parishioners. There was none of that here.”Being a demon bride didn’t sound like much fun.“What can we do to help?” Morgan asked. “I do not mean to be insensitive, but we have little time.”“With the mate bond so recent, I feel Mane’s concern for Passion Mill very strongly.” That was a relief: with Mane’s passing I was worried that she might not choose to help us.Although, as I thought about it, I realized we still couldn’t be sure Lucinda would help. Morgan said that by all accounts demons were honest with. Nor did I after the fifth. This was far worse than the strapping at the airport.A longer wait. "SLAAAPP!!" The next stroke went right across my arse, low down and only a little above the crease. My cries were now very hoarse and two more strokes went across my arse in fairly quick succession. Perhaps the flogging master noticed that I was fading. A wait then two more. I knew that my whole back and arse was one huge blister ready to burst open and spill my blood over the soil. I could feel it. “So, Aiden, you’re not to tell anyone, right?” Charlie’s voice echoed strangely from the bathroom. Aiden looked at Tiff and me and tried to hide a naughty smile. Was the subservience of his job wearing off? Should I threaten him? He was bigger than me. I felt my legs wobble at the thought.“Aiden, whoever talks to the press is going to be in so much shit that your manager is going to fire your butt and we’ll make sure you never get another job, ever again.” Charlie’s voice was hardening.“Eh,.