‘Got it. Mom, brother and trampy sister are all dangerous.’ ‘Andrew!’ Calli’s phone rang just then, ‘Oh that should be Mr. Henworth! Come ...n Andrew the car’s here for us. Andrew grabbed his suit bag and suitcase as well as Calli’s and followed her down the stairs to the door. When they got downstairs he paused for just a moment in surprise, there at the curb was the stereotypical chauffeur waiting for them to arrive. Andrew laughed, ‘A Bentley? Seriously sweetie you’re doing a bit better than. What did I do wrong about my rebirth? I was supposed to be this ... great Christian, and yet I wasn’t even a believer at all. I am damned ... to be left behind now, that means that I can’t ... repent now. God will send me a ... strong delusion, to doom and damn my soul. It’s over.“We’re both going to Hell, Ellie ... to spend eternity with the Devil, and the Beast, and the False Prophet ... and we’ll both end up taking the Mark of the Beast ... and being tormented by the judgments of the Great. “I thought they’d healed; I thought you were okay?” His voice was anxious. It was Harry’s fault Ron had been hurt in the first place. “It’s nothing, mate, really.” But his voice was too nonchalant to be convincing. Harry looked him in the eyes, and then said, “Not this too, Ron.” The redhead quickly looked at his shoes, then out into the street.“Well,” he said slowly, “Madame Pomfrey did all she could. There were just some marks that ran too deep, that’s all.”“There’s more than one? Let me. Caressing, stroking, a heat burning stronger and stronger with each vision of your mouth upon me. Desire building, fire burning, a steady stream of succulent nectar pouring from the center of my need, fingers involuntarily sliding in as I feel your lips, your tongue in my mind, licking greedily of my juices as if a man dying from an unquenchable thirst. Moaning softly, ragged breathes tearing from my chest as my fingers dance in and out, my thumb lightly stroking around the bud of my desire. .