.. yes?Anyway, when I left the bathroom and thought about the rest of the evening, I decided to just get into my jammies for supper. I felt more alive... but I knew I was tired, and that we’d probably go to bed pretty soon after we ate. I was pretty sure we’d have another long day tomorrow. They were all that way, mostly. He’d said the hay might be dry enough to go ahead and bale, and while I didn’t know what that entailed, I was pretty sure it would leave me dog tired. I wouldn’t find out for. Someone had killed my warleader. “Who did this? Did Prince Meinard's men kill them?”“No, dread Istandar,” Warleader Gorth'in said, striding into the camp from the hilly woods around it. “I found another two fallen to their deaths at the base of a cliff. They were lured over the edge chasing something.”“What?” I faced my warleader, a brutal man, muscled and burly, his hair a shaggy mess falling down about a scarred face, nose bent. Scars adorned his body. He didn't wear the black plate like most. Undeterred, the spirit managed to grab Mike by the back of his shirt and pull him off the centaur.Finally. She sent the mental command to the spirit not to kill him. The spirit obeyed, pinning Mike to the ground so Sebastien could reach him in time. He drew his blade, pressing it against Mike’s chest.“Everyone stop, or I’ll...” Sebastien’s eyes grew wide as Mike’s body unfolded. Arms and legs covered in blades whirled around, reducing him to a pile of sand. Kali’s mind jumped into a snake long. Besides, it would be totally worth it to let him paw me if I don’t have to work and can have all the pretty clothes I want, new phone every year, and maybe even a car someday. I really do appreciate him helping me afford private school. I don’t have to be in love with him to enjoy having him hug me, kiss me, and treat me like his daughter.It was interesting to know she wasn’t totally sociopathic. I reached out from my place in her brain and whispered, Uncle George: “There’s no need to fight.