I eat her food. I get high off of her scent.Is it uncivilized? Yes. But it reins in my urges. This undertaking has been too long in the making for me ...o ruin it by acting on impulses. Instead, I watch and I wait.Waiting for things, decidedly, is not my strong suit. But I am the Michael-fucking-Angelo of destroying things. She will be my greatest work of art.When I bring her down, it will be on my terms, with my plan, and utterly to my benefit. Some people call that egotistical.I call it fucking. My skin is a light brown like warm sand at a beach, or cinnamon, and I was ripped out so much my girl use to say my abbs went on forever. Can't say I didn't love hearing that. As if Id admit that to her. Couple hours after, I stepped into the shower, and had to get to work by 3pm. My boss hated it when I was late. She'd ride my ass if I was late one more time. I got there about 2 minutes after to find a side lipped sarcastic bad boy lecture waiting for me. I'd catch her checking me out after. "How may I help?" the long-dead man asked in Denarian."Where's the Rod of Irel?" McAllister demanded. "The Church of the Mother the Rod helped form is broken, and she is barred from her Basilica. I must find it and set this to rights."Nodding, unsurprised, the other considered McAllister for a moment, taking into note the women in Bronze's courtyard. "In the city of Bhangda, the City of Palaces, there's one such styled the 'Architect's Palace'. I don't know if its still known as such after so. "You're not a fucking woman and you never willbe!" I took several deep breaths and dried my eyes."I want to call mum," I said in a small, terrified voice."I told you, she doesn't want to raise you anymore," dad growled. "I'mgoing to teach you how to be a man. You should be thanking me for this."A pause filled the room as dad stared at me with angry eyes."Well?" Dad asked, incredulously. "Aren't you going to thank me?" Thank you," I whispered."Louder!" Dad ordered."Thank you," I said, my voice.