He knew he had enemies by default who would want him dead. He did not know whom to trust anymore. He could not even trust his own mother who had lied ...o him his entire life. A torrent of yesterdays flashed in his mind, especially the yesterdays of incarceration. He dismissed such thinking a while ago, blaming mental illness. Was it all true? Still no answer save a slight wind rattling the window, and the snow falling imperceptibly as though it shared his fear and utter desolation. The snow. Mindy. Hmmm. Ok, we're going to act out a scenario. This is the scenario. All around my house is my war camp and my house is my war tent. I'm a great war chieftain and I have conquered your small tribe. Now you will be playing the part of the conquered war chieftain's daughter, ok?"Mindy couldn't believe this. He wanted to play games? "I don't want to," she replied. He got a pissed off look on his face. "I don't give a damn if you want to or not. When Attila was going to have a slave he didn't. Johnson was immediate and painful and the night looked like it might turn into a very long, hard, pull.No pun intended... Tara was in the bath when I entered the bedroom, but the door was deliberately ajar, inviting me to walk in and visit. “Hey, Sweetheart,” I said as I let myself in to wash up for bed. Tara was relaxing in the tub, with her outside leg bent at the knee, hiding her secret from my gaze. We talked about the day and the one coming up for a little while and I left her in privacy. I’ll have to find another way.”“Don’t be stubborn,” he chided. “We need to get you to the dock at half-past four. There’s no time to come up with another solution.”“Then I promise to pay you back,” she said.“There’s no need for that,” he argued. “But if it makes you feel better to do so, then fine.”“Maybe I can just stay with you, Henrik. At least for a while. I can cook and clean, and we can do more of what married people do in bed,” she said nervously.“Lilly, if I could guarantee your safety,.