It's... Dylan..."Eight letters, eight letters were enough to shake the floor under my feet.I sat on my couch, desperate."What happened to him?" I have...no idea of WHAT, actually... His parents were so upset about the atrocious loss, none of us had the courage to ask anything more than what we've been told by them."Atrocious loss? My heart stopped beating for one, infinite second."Are you really telling me... that... he."I couldn't even end my sentence, my mother had to the ingrate job for me:. “Oh, do not worry, you will be working for your keep.” He grins wolfishly as he bends his shaggy head to the soup bowl in front of him. Saunders swallows audibly and starts to eat. “After dinner, I would like to show you where I spend most of my time. If you are ever in need of me that is where you will most likely find me.” “Of course, Your Highness.” “And please, stop calling me that. You are to stay here for the next few months, so please, call me Jorza.” “Thank you, Your…Jorza. You may call. "He didn't hurt her, not physically – but she's not unscathed either." What do you mean?"He had an odd look, almost pained."Best I can figure is that he was trying to find out about you ... mining her memories for everything she knew about you ... and then you came in ... and ... let's just say you went out the window with him in more ways than one." By that you mean?"That pained look returned."She doesn't know you." What?" Every memory of you is gone – died when he did." Nothing?" She knows. He started to think that he should get it valued and allay some of the cost of the upcoming nuptials. It took him a moment to realise he could see his daughter now bending over in the reflection of the protective glass as she dropped her shorts and stepped out of them. A huge surge of guilt ran through him as he found himself studying the lacy and brief pair of red panties covering Anastasia’s ass.“Oh fuck” he mumbled as his cock betrayed him and swelled within his shorts.“Meaghan will be sick.