But no matter how hard I tried, those were the only kind of thoughts I had.I was so busy freaking out I almost didn’t notice the movement in the cor...er of my eye. Almost. I turned just in time to see a shape emerge from the darkness. It was a man. My heart leaped in my chest. I took a step back, but tripped on my chains and fell to the ground. My ankle was slightly sore, but it didn’t seem to be broken.I brought my attention back to the man. Now that he stood within the circle of light, I was. I knew he was a surviving member of our race. He, that is, the black energy, and I, that is, the white energy, were opposites. I worked for good. That is not to say I was completely good. I messed up a lot, as these books made clear. But Bandor was completely evil. I don't think there was a good bone or thought in his body. There was nothing too evil for him to try, and he enjoyed it all, particularly making innocents suffer. His favorite was to eventually corrupt, seduce, or break them to his. Marry used all her strength and pushed Walter off her as he tried to kiss her and force his hand between her legs.“Get off me you fucking pervert!” she squealed at him; her strength superior to his only because he was drunk.“I’ll tell mom about this!” she panted, catching her breath.She had gotten off the couch and was adjusting her clothing; seething with anger. Walter was on his hands and knees near the fireplace, winded and heaving in lungsfull of air.“Tell her you dozy prat. I’ll tell her. Enjoying her sister’s seductive and deft touch, Daphne welcomed the tendrils of pleasure as they wormed their away through her body as she welcomed the fingers that entered between her legs. She welcomed the intrusion without remorse or shame, her pleasure suddenly increasing tenfold.‘You’re teasing me.’ There was no recrimination in Daphne’s voice, only the acknowledgement that she knew that Chandrya was using her well-honed talents to manipulate her pleasure zones. ‘Tease harder.’‘No.’‘God.