It had been a gift from Dysea, one that Isabella had learned the Wood Elves on Earth considered the ultimate act of devotion. To give a blade to anoth...r was a sign of complete trust and love. More than anything, this had long ago sealed Isabella's feelings for Dysea in a way little else could. The blade pierced Conrol just beneath his jaw, plunging deeply into his brain as the force of the blow lifted him clean off the floor. The sidearm dropped from suddenly limp fingers and Isabella stepped. Duly noted, Goddess, I thought back.I had been alone for about an hour, when the little priestess returned with her two superiors and introduced them to me. The High Priestess was named Sergit Awgustat, or as a Roman would have said it, Sergia Augusta. I read her mind: May Persephone grant that our long wait is over. She was a woman of ample proportions and kindly disposition, and looked slightly older than her husband. Her hair was gray and thin. She was carrying a large wine-cup before her,. She had always wanted kids, but Stan didn’t. If I could have gotten her knocked up every month, I would, because that many kids would have made Renee unbelievably happy.On the second day we walked down to the SUV and Renee grabbed the keys and opened the passenger side and pointed to it.“OK, big guy, I am going to drive this tank.”“OK.”“OK? No fights? No disagreement?”“Nope. Why?”“Stan would never let me drive ‘his’ cars.”“Well now they are your cars, so you can drive them when you want, until. Mrs O said it was probably the drink that made her go along with it but she found herself agreeing to take part.A short while later she watched Daniella approach Mark and whisper to him after which Mark left the room. Daniella came back and told Mrs O that it was on and to follow on in a couple of minutes. Mrs O finished her drink and made her way down to the basement eventually arriving at the shredding room. She knocked on the door which was opened by a laughing Daniella who was pointing.