I knew he was controlling, but I thought it was just because he loved me. But I didn’t see at the time that he was separating me from everything tha... I once was. The only thing he didn’t have much to say about was me working. Even though he made enough to support us both he liked knowing that I was bringing in even more money that he could flaunt around and brag about.’ Nyla said looking over at one of her plants. It was a plant her father had given after she had gotten her apartment.To. As Harlen had put it 'working muscle.'He wore linen pants, and a leather jerkin, bearing his seal from the duke, which permitted him to hunt. He also wore a pair of heavy boots, which had cost him dearly, but were amazingly comfortable. His blonde hair was tied back in a tail, as Harlen had worn, and the Lady Hyandai, and was quite the fashion throughout Morrovale for males and females these days.A soft sound caught his attention, but it was not the sound of a animal approaching, or the tread. She sensed that I didn’t like all this. She left and I went to bed. As soon as I had the light out, the door opened and someone slipped in. I turned on the light again by the bed. It was Isobel. She was in a nightie and she slipped into bed in Courtney’s place and reached over me and turned out the light again.I lay there thinking. “It’s just a little *change* for her,” said Isobel as she lay there. “She’s going to know new things.” I didn’t answer but still stared at the dark ceiling. She. Please can you help me?”“Officially no. If we were to bump into each other, say at the All Saints Church coffee morning tomorrow at half past ten then the conversation might just turn to matters of interest to one or the other of us,” and he put the ‘phone down. That’ll get the hens in the congregation’s tongues wagging. Me turning up at the coffee morning with a huge female weight-lifter, he thought, smiling inwardly at the flutter that would put in the hen coop, And I might be able to help.