Guiding her back onto their huge log, Roy laid her down along it and swung his leg over. He knew she needed him inside but he had to have a taste of h...r. Roy was pretty sure he had been picking up her musky scent along the trail but it could just have been his imagination. Roy slid his large hands under Sam’s knees and leaned down, his hands reaching for the soft curves of her fine ass as her thighs ride up over his biceps. He lost consciousness of anything other than Sam’s landing strip and. Deborah, being a doctor of some sort, called it: the Dane’s left humerus and clavicle were toast. An ambulance was summoned, and Gunther set about organizing her evacuation, as well as her motorcycle’s, and that was that. One down, sixteen to go. That’s the thing about motorcycles: they’re actually really dangerous in the hands of people with little real world experience. Or people who pretend they have a lot of real world experience, which we surmised was the case with our Dane. We followed. " Back at her desk she began to sort through the file, Leon was over five hundred years old. Five hundred and thirty to be exact, he had been thirty at the time of his attack. The Helsing group knew very little other than the vampire who had turned him, they had captured him and he had been more than happy to turn Leon in to avoid his death. Little good it had done him, the Helsing group killed him either way and had used his information to try and capture Leon too. The end result had been the. ” We are bid to enter.At his direction, I kneel before Princess Aubrielle. I have never been with her in a formal setting; my dealings have all been with Aubrielle the whore trainee.An older woman in priestess’s garb stands behind the princess.“Rise, Ariel and approach. With the Lady’s Hand willing, we might dispense with this formality.”The priestess nods.“Thank you for coming,” Aubrielle says, “I need your help. That is, the village of Staggard’s Green needs my help, and I could really use.