Wilhan was in a spot since he had no son old enough to trade, and it would have been an insult to Ziridav to send someone not of noble blood. Ulius un...erstood that."Wilhan, I should be the one to go. They will accept your brother-in-law." Ziridav will, but Toria, Marin, and Freyna won't, especially if you get killed." Toria is busy with the baby, and it will do me good to get away for a few months. This is important. She will understand."Reluctantly, Wilhan agreed to let Ulius go, knowing that. Thereprieve was only a short one as the woman removed a riding crop from thesilver tray and flexed it in front of her slave's terrified tear-stained face.The butler placed the tray on another small table and retrieved a high leatherstool which she placed in front of the enslaved girl. As the woman walkedaround behind her captive, the bodyguard forced her onto the stool while the butlerseized her hair and pulled her forward so that she was laying over the furniture,her breasts hanging down as. ‘I’m glad we could meet and if you’d like, we can meet sometime so I can sign your books,’ he said hoping that just maybe, it would turn into more than just a few words or a book signing. She seemed so nice and he’d be more than willing to go a bit farther with her. ‘Ah, at last!’ Lenny smiled hearing the train whistle blowing. ‘I better go pry her away from the machines. I’d hate to sit for another forty-five minutes!’ she laughed, but if he was sitting with her, Rachael would be willing to. The rent’s easier to make around here, though the, er, clientele leaves quite a bit to be desired. Still, it’s a perfectly inconspicuous place for Jax and Laranth to hide out from those blasted clones.” Dex took a sip of his drink, continuing, “So, what is up with the clones? They’ve all turned military police on us, branded the Jedi as traitors. You appear to be the only one who hasn’t. What gives?”“Order 66.”“Order 66… Jax mentioned that once or twice, but I dunno what it means.”“It’s a.