Faith was too scared to even scream.Jamie tried to scream; this isn't what she expected. The spell was supposed to give the girls power. What was happ...ning? They weren't getting power – they were being taken over by ... What was taking control of them?"Prepare the sacrifice," the voice tolled. The four tried to fight the commands as they saw the red jeweled dagger on the altar and the old rust-red stains running off the rock shelf.Jamie wondered what sacrifice meant until a vision filled her. .. that's a bit... ?" I said, trying not to be rude about it but not letting it go, either."Oh this? This is about you. This is about me teasing other people and you knowing it's just for you. The thing is, this is Vegas. We know no one here. I can go out and wear this and not give a crap what any one thinks because we are so far from anyone who matters. It's about titillation and fun, and I want you to be as hard for me as I am wet for you by the end of the night, ok? Just for you. So don't be. However, Sergeant Stooksbury here will be glad to personally escort you to the memorials.”And he did. After a few stiff moments, mostly about their inspection of my sword, we headed out. Eventually, the Sergeant, who happened to be from Erwin, Tennessee, asked me where I was from. When I told him Maryville, Tennessee, well, the floodgates opened and seeing as how we were practically neighbors, he began telling me all about the Navy, its history at Pearl Harbor, and of course, The USS. ‘Shit,’ Michael huffed. ‘With the practice and drama, I forgot about your meds.’ Abigail’s eyes widened as she saw Gabriel settle gingerly on her mattress before leaning sideways to lie down. He was in pain. ‘I’ll live,’ he replied, but Mike had already walked out. It was already nighttime. ‘Have you had dinner?’ He rolled onto his back. She saw him wince, but he remained silent and just shook his head side to side. Michael came trotting back into the room, bottle of pills in his hand and glass.