Duffy's lip trembled slightly."Caroline..." Moria reached a hand out and settled it on her shoulder, to see this normally strong and happy woman crush...d ate at her insides, especially the woman who had been there for her more than her own mother for the last year. Moria was at a loss, she didn't know how to comfort Caroline, and yet somehow she felt guilty for this, like it was her fault somehow."That last time you called, I over heard part of his conversation with you he seemed happy, you. The wolf and the iron-serpent will attack the bleeding lotus. He will butcher you. He has already taken your wife and soon he will take your Kingdom!" Oh stop your wickedness! It is all over." Gregor clenched his teeth.The priestess walked towards him and his eyes drifted downwards exploring her curves. She was wearing a tight, body-hugging top that clung to her statuesque figure in the most enticing way. While Ebora was not a young lass, she was one of the best built, older women Gregor had. No one seemed to care. Why should they? Seafoam had abandoned him, deeming him a worthless male. With a deep breath, he stepped into the airlock. The guard closed the hatch behind him, peering through the porthole in the hatch. More eyes peered at him as he plunged the syringe into his chest and pushed the plunger. At first, he felt nothing, but fear. Then a burning sensation began in his legs. Stripping off his robes with a hiss, he bent and began rubbing at his skin. Then his scalp began to. It appeared that no furniture had ever been present in the suite; the floor proved uniformly unmarked, as though installed only yesterday. Not so much as a scuff mark, or scratch.Frustrated, remembering Leda rubbing her fingertips together to summon the divan and table in her room, she did the same above the spot where she remembered a wide table sitting. Nothing appeared. “Dammit,” she muttered. “I hate this fucking place.”She leaned against the wall beside the open bathroom door, lifted her.