‘Rai, are you okay?’ ‘I’m—’ ‘Get you a glass of water?’ A sing song voice says behind me, catching our table’s attention. Ivan and...Kate look up, and Em peers around me, lips forming an O. I look up and over my shoulder at the guy. Sure enough it’s blondie. His eyes are blue and his hair looks natural. There’s no way he’s Irish. Scandinavian definitely. Maybe Swedish? ‘What?’ ‘Water,’ he repeats, pointing out the lack of any aqua on the table. There are, however, ten pint glasses with. A woman coerced to do it, though? That’s rape, slavery ... human trafficking. Disgusting,” the surgeon showed zero remorse about surgically altering Arlen as he severed the scrotum and cauterized the wound.“Well, Doc, you might want to stick around. We might have even more work for you to do. Up to our man here, of course,” Anibal confirmed with a chuckle at the awful predicament faced by Valija’s estranged husband.Arlen clearly sweated buckets as he realized just how loathed he was by people. Who knows? Maybe back in Drena, we could have been friends.”“We’re friends now,” Dion offered and was rewarded with a small smile.“Friends ... Yes, I’m ok with being friends. Take care of John for me, will you?”“You know I will,” Dion embraced him shortly.After Andreas left, he headed back to the bedroom. Slowly, careful not to wake up the other, he slid under the covers. As John moved in his sleep, a bear like arm landed on top of him. Dion moved a little, trying to adjust to the weight, but. . Body... Still..." The woman weakly attempted to taunt him.He knew what she meant to say, as she had said it each time he had ordered her sexually assaulted, or had done so himself. "You misunderstand, to some extent. I am indeed here for your body, but not in such a manner as you believe."Pulling the obelisk from his robes, he walked in front of her. Concentrating for a moment, he stared at the obelisk. The artifact changed into a serrated dagger of deepest black, surrounded by an aura of.