She looks into his eyes and he hers. The love they share makes it seem as if they are the only two people in the entire world. Jordan raise his head a...d gives Alexa a passion filled kiss. The force almost bruising her lips, to her delight. She wraps her arms around his head and neck as their tongues break the barrier of lips and they caress each other’s mouths in a warm and wet dance. This simple kiss turns into a passion filled make out session as Alexa straddle Jordan’s stomach. He. I had been wrong about the number of players. Wilkes brought only the one back up trooper. I assumed it was part of the federal budget crunch.“So, about that chat?” I asked.“So, why did you think you could avoid me?” he asked.“Let me get to my computer,” I said moving toward the door. I did manage to secure my revolver and entrenching tool, before I moved inside the house. The single black agent in the FBI fatigues kept a close eye on me for Wilkes.I sat down at my full sized laptop, as opposed. Here they froze, neither one seemed to want to tell the whole story. Finally Bryzabyre cut in. "It doesn't matter. I challenge you to a duel of magic, Valsivale, for the disgrace you brought upon me that haunts me to this day." She did not hesitate. "I accept. The myrnotaur and freedom will be our prize." "And if you lose, I get to humiliate you however I wish. And the Bull." "We are agreed!" She nodded. "Wait..." I tried to cut in. "I shall choose as champion..." He scanned the. "She wants to go back to the suite." Vincent announces as Micheal just looks at the ground unable to look at anyone. She slips on a pair of tortoiseshell ray bans, to cover her black eye. Every one follows behind Vincent and Micheal, out of the hospital. Parker watches Micheal walking in front of them. The sweat pants and matching sweat shirt, her hair hanging down and around her face still damp from the shower she must have taken, her hands wrapped around her waist holding herself, probably.