I try to dismiss the thought, but my sub-conscience is insistent.Toni and I usually go to the Village Inn for lunch on Friday nights, but I had to can...el on her tonight. Critical repairs have to take precedence over my appetite.Our Friday lunches have become one of the high points of my week. Since we work graveyard, it’s usually the two of us at lunch. Which means we could talk about subjects that would ordinarily be off limits. Thinking about our Friday lunches reminds me of last. Khalid grinned. A man after his own heart. They nodded to one another, and stepped out with their swords drawn. They used straight swords, unlike the scimitars that the Sultana had popularized throughout the kingdom. Straight, bronze, and very easy to handle. Khalid was in front, while Mustafa was right behind him. They saw two soldiers run past them. Khalid yelled to them that he would have them quartered for being cowards and deserting their posts, but they paid no heed and vanished. Then. I was thankful for the heavy corset I was wearing. Otherwise my belly would have been scratched and bloodied.I felt a lick against my face. It was Dagon. Then his tongue was against my lips and I opened my mouth and I impulsively pushed my tongue out to meet his.My goodness. I was French kissing a dog! Our tongues slurped together and I wished I could cuddle his face to mine but my elbows and arms were supporting the weight on my back.Then Dagon moved away but then pressed his side against me. I'm pretty sure he doesn't do that anymore. Can we go inside, please? I got into an accident and a cop is gonna come by soon to talk with me."At the mention of her beloved granddaughter being in an accident, Grannie dropped the shotgun and rushed over to Liv to inspect her. Satisfied that she was not too banged up, she led Liv into the house and helped her wash out the cuts on her arms and face.Finn followed, picking up the discarded, single shot .410 and placing it just inside the front door..