"What do you want?" First, an admission that you are his biological father, which nobody else will see if you agree to and follow the other terms."He ...aited for the other terms."Second, notwithstanding that, you will never take any legal action to establish that paternity, seek visitation or custody or any say whatsoever in his life."He smirked."I take it that is not a problem."No response."Finally, you will make support payments to me, that will help you explain it away, but you won't deduct. I hope she gets it right in a hurry."Looks like ever body knows about my troubles with Red, well at least every body who mattered.Turning to her guy "slave, don't you have anything to say to Mr. Peter?"I thought to myself, Mr. Peter?"Mr. Peter, I'm very sorry that I tried to trip you last Sunday. I should not have done that. I know better now. Dr. Roz has been beaten my ass every day. The only way it will stop is if you tell me that you accept my apology.Please sir, please..."I looked at Roz. As she let go, his familiar fingers reached upwards, latching into her waistband, using that for some small support in his dark world. However, at the sound of the bells he smiled and looked towards her, his past momentarily forgotten in the joy of the present. ?Bells?? He asked softly before letting his fingers slide free. ?Thank you my love.? How he loved her bells. They made him feel special; each jingle reminded him of her bond, her power.She let the small chuckle slide past her lips,. It was a serious blow to his ego that Magdalia felt that he would be unable to fend off the tribe members and help her eliminate them without the power of Elune or nature, or the power of a druid. He knew that many of Tragenn’s abilities and skills made him a better asset to Magdalia’s goals in Winterspring, but that didn’t make the pill any easier to swallow. He remembered how his bitterness and resent had grown like an open, infected wound, eating at him from within. He had wanted to be alone.