The wedding is being held in that city, at the Temple of the Divines. Her death will cause an uproar, which is exactly what we want. Vici is likely to...address her guests frequently, as is the wedding custom. Kill her when she does that, and I promise you a significant bonus. Now go, and give my best to the bride.”“That’s ... an interesting target. She’s the cousin of Titus Mede. If she’s killed, it’ll send uproars through all of Cyrodiil.”“Exactly. Both beautiful and smart, I like that in my. After three glasses of Moet et Chandon, she calmed and loosened and we cuddled, kissed and touched like furtive teenagers. Getting each other horny, heading to the club disappointed me. We hadn't fucked alone in over a year. And the club--some hip new wave nonsense--did nothing for me. We danced and flirted and it helped ease the pain of the place. I noticed her glancing distractedly and saw a man even less likely to be where we were. Older by ten years and gray haired, he wore a much younger. I have to say that I was pretty scared about the outcome, not least as to who it might be. What if they were gross? but Steve had thought of that, assuring me that I could pull out if I didn't like the look of the winner, although he also assured me that all of the men that he had approached were not bad looking and were respectable types of men. The idea was that I would accompany him to a trade party that was being held in late June in an up market country hotel where all the bidders would be. Henderson. It was bizarre. He could barely feel the small nick left in his earlobe, but it felt like a large spike had been driven through. He couldn't stop rubbing it."Stop that, you're making it worse." Lauren had repeated those words a half-dozen times already, but he couldn't stop. The only relief he got was to massage it a bit.The drive was bizarre, as well. Henderson drove them in a large SUV filled with monitors and displays, blinking and steady lights over the dash and along the center.