See you. Bye, Lux.”She sighed and ended the call, then she smiled at Sett. “Welcome,” she greeted him. “I’m glad you are here. Had a pleasan... journey?”“I am a bit tired, but I won’t complain,” Sett said and shook hands with Vayne. “Impressive mansion, though. Am I the first?”“One of the firsts,” Vayne replied. “A few of us are here already. Follow me, I show you your room. It’s in the east-wing”Sett followed Vayne to a staircase that leads to the first floor, where they walked in a long. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”Her face was red right to the tips of her ears, and she hesitated for a moment before meeting his eyes. “My Lord.” She nodded, and he winced, still not entirely comfortable with the title – especially from someone who’d seen him murder his own father to obtain it. “I apologise. It’s obvious this morning, but I didn’t realise—”He cut her off with a gesture. “No, no. It was a reasonable assumption to make. I should have made better preparations.” She. God, that gun was so frigging loud. *** MadMadMadMaxine *** Unless he imagined it, which he didn’t know if he did or didn’t, it may have been all just a dream and a figment of his active imagination from all of the drugs they pumped in his body. Thankfully because of the morphine and OxyContin, he didn’t feel any pain. Yet, because of the morphine and OxyContin, he had horrible dreams and he couldn’t tell if they were real or imagined. He remembered his living room was decorated with military. Her anger only got worse when she was drunk, which was usually.Marsha was a negative and unpleasant person and only a few would bother to socialize with her, those as negative as her. But for her children she was a monster. They had grown from babies to middle stage adolescents with no concept of love, only anger and hate. For a kid like that making a friend was hard enough, Marsha's behavior had made sure that any friends we accidentally made didn't last.I thought about the contrast with how.