But despite that, they continued to deny what they felt, refusing to be together on the basis that Josephine's social status was too far above that of...a mere Inquisition soldier.It pissed me off. What did social status matter in love? I wasn't exactly a romantic – I had done things, and used my blood magic for things, that showed clearly I was an opportunistic, selfish bastard – but if you found love, weren't you supposed to embrace it?It didn't help that both of them were exceptionally. ..Jasmine? Why the fuck is she here? Jasmine would be one of my exes from a few years back and not one I get-on well with today. This better not be some plan to try putting us back together... I'll deal with it later.The music coming from the house was a bit loud, but over it I could already hear hooting and hollering through the industrial beats.Part Three: A Chance EncounterSince everyone seems to be inside or around back, I start to walk up the curved driveway towards the side of the house. . Correct?*** You also agreed that it shall be our objective to test your limits by bringing you to a point when you would, if permitted, terminate the experiment. Yes?*** You have agreed that if such point is reached you wish NOT to be allowed to terminate the experiment. Yes?*** This agreement to allow us to explore your limits and continue with the experiment by force if necessary is willingly accepted?*** Final clarifications. (DEPENDING ON SPECIFIED EXCLUSIONS) You agree to be. Her finger wiped it off and she licked it clean.I drew her to me and kissed her, deep. It wasn’t my favourite flavour, but if she could take it so could I.“Breakfast in fifteen,” her mother’s voice announced from downstairs.“Time to get moving,” I said, “do you want to go first?”She did, of course, so by the time she had finished I had to rush to get downstairs in time.Her mother had gone for the full English, suggesting that perhaps we were sick of weedy little continental breakfasts of.