"What about Damon? Doesn't he... won't he... ?" If he says anything about it, we'll drag him into bed and fuck his brains out," Brenda laughed, "Serio...sly, he loves watching the two of us. I swear that man has a perpetual hard-on."Paula was quiet for a long time. Brenda tried to engage her in conversation but it's hard having a conversation with someone that gives a one-word answer to everything you say.I brought out a very large pitcher of screwdrivers with an extra splash of vodka and sat it. Idolized by her people. She was proud. She was respected. She was happy. All of that had changed within twenty-four hours. She had to watch as her life was destroyed by the man in that chair. Her husband was dead, and so was her son, courtesy of the man. Courtesy of Tijean.“I know it’s been a few years since you’ve seen anyone play, but the rules of the game are pretty simple.” He stood from the chair, and into the light. He was tall. Muscular. Chiseled. His body, from his olive-colored skin to. " How could I ever forget?" I answered. "I loved you so much. But you know ... and I don't know how it could even be possible but I love you even more now." Me too," she responded softly. "Remember how you carried me across the threshold and then all the way upstairs to the bedroom. It was so romantic I thought my heart would burst." We have time. Want to do it again?" I asked looking down at her."Oh yes! Let's do." She answered excitedly.I dug out my house keys and then I scooped Clarity up. And never to trust mages named Grace.” Greagoir was looking at me with a furrowed brow. “Olivia?”I flushed. “Just tell him. It’s not my place, okay? But Olivia here, as soon as possible, and don’t trust Grace.”The templar shook his head, smiling tolerantly. “You’re mad, you know that?”Aedan finally cut in, tugging on an escaped lock of my hair, which caused the bun to come tumbling down as I swore at him. “You’ve no idea, Knight-Commander.”I stuck my tongue out at Aedan and mussed his.