She looked at him. Junior. Sugar on the outside but rotting on the inside. He knew how to play people. But she saw past the games. She knew the way wa...es had remained stagnant since he’d taken over from his father, even as food prices inflated. She knew he liked the easy way, the profit way, the way he used enough pesticides to make her head spin. And more than all that, she knew the way he looked at her, the way he spoke, the way he seemed to think he could unlock her like he did with so many. The lines brightened, and the runes flared, giving light and life to the ritual that had been completed.A bluish mist rose out of the runes, climbing upwards to form a humanoid shape. It coalesced, becoming more defined in its shape and form. Seconds afterwards, it finished forming and the soul of the long dead Shaman stood in front of them. He was bare chested, with several necklaces dangling off his neck. He wore deerskin pants, with tassets in the front and back, decorated with ornamental. ‘Or me,’ he smiled as she felt her face colour deeply. Connor battled with the idea of kissing her, having just decided that it was a brilliant idea when the food arrived. He almost groaned aloud when he realized that he was going to have to sit and watch her eat, because somehow, she managed to be sexy when she was eating. ‘Connor, this is fantastic!’ she cooed after sampling her meal. ‘Knew you’d like it,’ he smiled. ‘But I have a request.’ Langdon flushed having just taken a larger than. Hopefully the invisible newscaster, Dave, would be among them. Tanya’s mind interpreted what she saw as the camera approached: Civilians, milling around, nervous. ‘They act shell-shocked, ‘ she thought, recognizing the behavior of people just after a really bad car crash or when a bomb goes off nearby.Then the camera was very well focused on the most macabre scene Tanya had ever witnessed on television. It was a man, or once was. His emaciated head was tilted back and there was a long, rounded.