We didn't make small talk for long before I began telling them what I'd stumbled upon yesterday in the barn. Their mouths dropped open and both laid ...heir cards down. "Are you fuckin' serious, Pa?" said Mack, his eyebrows halfway to his forehead. Both sons were tall and muscular with dark hair and eyes, like me. Liz was the only one who took after her mother, petite with blond hair and blue eyes. "How many guys was she out there screwin'?" said John, incredulous. He got to his feet and. I've talked to her a couple of times from across the street, but have bad luck with getting a chance to talk to her when my jealous wife isn't around. A couple of days ago I saw her walking to her car wearing a skin tight pair of blue jeans that really made her tight skinny little round girly ass look perfectly fuckable. Instantly I was daydreaming about my hands spreading those cheeks while going balls deep in her. I want her bad. A couple of weeks ago she was driving by me while I was. "And your father," I muttered tonelessly to Christine, hating that memory. "Is he alive?"Christine shook her head, dabbing a tear from her eye.I waited."Father is dead."My heart soared but my mind was incredulous. What had she said? Could it be true?"As I've told you already, there's been a revolution..."I couldn't believe it!I was so happy."And that's how they killed him." I'm sorry."De Lyons was dead, which was good news and yet bad news. I wanted him alive. Only then could I kill him.So. The poor fuck is still out of his mind with hunger.” The vampire wailed in misery. “Kill me. Oh for fucks sake. Put me out of my misery.” Eriel snarled. “Oh, hush. Zak, feed him some more.” “No. He’ll bloat. I hate when vamps bloat. They ooze and smell afterwards. Get her out of here while I move him somewhere safe.” Zak. That name. Alluna stared at the tall, imposing blond male standing where the dragon had once been. His hair fell in golden waves to his waist and his eyes were a deep.