"Mmmh mmmhh shhd?" I tried to speak."Don't speak, your jaw is broken, you also have a fracture in your skull." She said, I could hear her voice shake....mmm mm?" I tried to speak."What happened? I ... I hit you hard, I forget how fragile you are, the other prisoners jumped us, the governor and her people subdued them, they are all here, most are still unconscious, we had just knocked the last one out when the ship took a major impact." She said.The shuttle we were in shook as it hit some. I will talk to her about it. I hope I can convince her to sell. Yes we can meet you then to talk about it." He hung up.That was Santana Battle. He is curious about buying the Espresso Machine and the Armoire. He does not want to pay what you and I know it is worth. We clearly need more than that for it. I think you can be a little more accommodating than you were."First of all, I'm not sure I'm willing to sell it. It is a museum quality piece. If he won't meet our price, I would be just giving. "See any more?" Susan asked taking the ten steps to the roof's peek where the platform stood. It was her casualness that gave Roger his only sense of security.If she knew, Roger thought, she wouldn't have been so casual about it. He was sure of that as he fought for control before saying: "Nope, just that one!"Necking, this night, was out of the question for Roger, and Roger was just able to hang on to his nerve as he said good night. He'd waited an hour before breaching the subject of leaving. She reached into a small recess next to the door and pulled a lantern from it. A few whispered syllables and the wick lit up. Rhys twitched against her.“How-?” he began.Celeste turned in his half-hug, grinning. “Just like you, I know a little magic,” she purred. Closing her free hand around his, she guided him down a steep set of stairs, into a narrow corridor. Three sturdy wooden doors were on the right wall, another ahead. She led him to the last door on the right and pushed it open. Cool,.