And you?”“I’m well.”“Where are my manners,” interjected Aurelia. “Rev. Mack this is my grandson, Casey. Casey this is our pastor, Rev. M...ck.”“Nice to meet you, sir,” the thirty-two-year-old said extending his hand.“Likewise,” replied Russell.“He’s a doctor,” s*s. Jackson added.“Very nice,” Rev. Mack smiled. “What specialty?”“E.R. Hey Mark! How are you?”“I’m fine Casey. And you,” Mark asked.“I’m well. Just came to see Gamma for the weekend.”“That was sweet of you,” s*s. Jackson worked her way. This time, she was surprised to hear the woman begin to talk of Morgana and the secret cult of which she owed allegiance pledged in ancient rituals. There was no explanation for the woman discovering her secrets other than reading them from the cards or possibly reading her thoughts. Fortunately, she did not see any danger in the gypsy woman’s ranting because her affiliation was well hidden.She almost laughed when the woman alluded to the cleaving to a tall, dark stranger because it was what. “Sorry, but my feet were too hot,” she said, wiggling her toes in her damp socks.His nose wrinkled at the unforgettable smell. He hadn’t counted on being able to avoid it entirely, but he wasn’t looking forward to it. He blushed as the stink brought in a flood of memories he tried not to dwell on.“Um...” He coughed. “Well, at least you waited until the meal was done.”“Of course I did, silly. I was eating too.”He tried to continue the conversation, but his mood was broken, and his overtures felt. The lead figure was slightly taller than the other two. The smaller two walked with a feminine grace and held some sort of sensor device in front of them. The smallest of the three also carried what appeared to be a gun in her right hand and was looking around for threats. Suddenly the larger of the two females stopped and pointed her device to her left.The leader of the trio drew a weapon from his side as the smaller female crouched down and pointed her weapon in the direction the other was.