My grandmother was in the kitchen cooking, as always. My cousins, aunts, and uncles were all around the house.“Hey, daddy,” I said as we walked in...“Hello, princess,” he replied.“Hi, Mr. Smith,” EJ said awkwardly.“Elijah,” Daddy said holding out his hand. “How are you?”“Fine, sir,” EJ replied. “And you?”“Good, thanks,” he said.We had a conversation with him, then ate what grandma had made to eat.The next day, we were still at my grandmother's house. EJ had to stay in the living room.EJ and I sat. I took a deep breath and turned towards Sean, once again looking up at him, to read his emotions. He didn’t have either an exclusively cold and angry face or an entirely happy and smiling face, but a more complicated one holding a combination of different emotions. He had warm, brown eyes, that seemed to be twinkling with laughter most of the time, a forehead that was covered with wrinkles, as if he was used to worrying about things, and a mouth and chin that seemed to reveal whatever he was. As soon as we walked into the club I could tell it was going to be a good night. Good music and a good atmosphere had my blood rushing for the night to come. My husband and his new friend went straight to the bar and got us all double tequila shots. We quickly downed those and ordered some cocktails and headed to a corner table. All four of us headed to the dance floor shortly after and got our grind on. As the night went on, the drinks were flowing and the D.J. kept us on our feet dancing.. ” Said the leader of the group. “There’s a healer in the tower should you require her services.” The man gave an involuntary grin, and one or two of the men supressed a laugh.Gavin snorted “Onward then!” and pushed his horse into a canter up the rocky slope toward the pass and the tower.Far ahead of the marching soldiers, Gavin arrived at the base of the tower. An odd structure, not so much blocking or guarding the pass, as sitting beside it, watching. A large oak door stood open at its base,.