“A warrior,” her brother started. “Maybe a mage. A blacksmith, of course.”He sighed. “Order knows, all I want is to be a blacksmith. I’m j...st not sure I have the choice anymore.”“Nonsense,” she replied. “You decide who you’re going to be. You’re the only one who can.”Yren chuckled. “Mom said much the same thing this morning.”Teran grinned. “Where do you think I got it from?”The grin faded slightly. “Yren, you are who you are. You’re a blacksmith...”Her voice trailed off and her grin turned to a. 4... 5... And breathe out." I followed her instructions, whichwas hardly hard to do - she was just asking me to breath, after all."Breathe in... 2... 3... 4... 5... And breathe out... 2... 3... 4... 5...In... 2... 3... 4... 5... Out... 2... 3... 4... 5... And I want you tokeep that steady, slow rhythm going, josh," miss stevens purred. "Slowlyin... Slowly out... Making each breath stretch out as long as you canmanage... Filling your lungs with refreshing, rejeuvenating air...Letting your body. She tested his strong grip, but made no real effort to break free. As she started to wonder where his other hand went she felt it come around her back again. As she continued to enjoy his kiss she felt something cold touch her one of her wrists. Suddenly she realized he was handcuffing her. Another shiver went through her as she felt the cuffs being secured to both wrists. Just as quick as he had handcuffed her, he placed one of his hands on her pussy. One finger slipped into her and her. At first she thought she was in her apartment back in New York and someone had broken in, then she heard a soft, soothing male voice talking to her and her next thought was she was in a hospital under bright lights. As her head slowly cleared and her eyes focused she saw a very handsome man's face smiling at her. "I'm glad you made it back." "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?" she demanded then noticed his coal black hair was soaking wet dripping down on her then realized she.