John and Veronyka cursed, but used each other to keep their balance.“Keep them back!” John barked, then had to repeat it in Norse when the boy’s...quizzical glance said he hadn’t understood.“I have your side!” The doc said, also in Norse, which shocked the former soldier.“I’ll clear a path for us, stay close!” John ordered, inching his way along the wall towards the tower door.He was too busy to look up, but Sygraid’s voice bellowed angrily over their heads. “Valkyrie!”The cry rippled down the. , could we use your phone, we think grandma is having a heart attack? " I motioned for them to come in and pointed them to the phone. I asked the yopunger one to go with me back to their grandmothers' house, to which she complied. The little trailer house next door was just about hid out from all of the trees and brush along the pathway, running, we got to the door and found their grandmother siitting on the porch, breathing heavily, and very confused. It did appear to be heart related and we. “Okay, then,” Jamie smirks. “You’re the only one I’ve ever seen do it in real life, you know...”I don’t know. The world doesn’t exist, except this tiny little bit where he connects with me, and right now that’s the whole universe. And I’m riding him hard, his hands grasping my hips, guiding, urging, because I’m driving towards a goal, fire, pressure, sound building in me until... “Dillon! Push!” I hiss through clenched teeth.The boy bucks up hard into me, then again, and again, and.... ‘Michael was just asking whether you were happy with the order of service for the funeral,’ he said helpfully. Melissa could feel herself blushing. ‘Of course I’m happy,’ she said. ‘That’s what Uncle Charlie wanted wasn’t it?’ ‘Yes, it was,’ the vicar agreed. ‘But if you aren’t happy with that–‘ ‘It’s fine,’ she said hastily, not wanting to admit she hadn’t been paying attention. Michael’s brown eyes softened but he said nothing. Instead, he drained the last of his mug of tea and pushed back.