Curiosity is no longer a concept in my vocabulary, actions and events simply ‘are’ now; it’s as though I have transcended my desire to know, and...I just will be. I give myself over to whatever is going to happen. I am in control, and yet, I am so distant from everything that is happening that I feel like I’m spectating my own fall down the rabbit hole. I walk down the hallway without hesitation now. I don’t care how much she scolds me for this, I am getting what I want; I am in control. I know. She never would actually let things get further than a little teasing, but still, fucking her was one of his favorite fantasies.As Kathy disappeared into the house he looked over a Megan, who looked stunning in her pink bikini, and realized she looked just Kathy did at that age. She was now lying back on a large beach towel soaking up the sun as his eyes ate up the sight of her young teenage body. Her nips could be clearly seen through the thin fabric of her biking top, and he wondered if the. Then she came to the last page, where along with a full page note, there was a very thin stone between the pages. It was beautiful, and Pen held it in her hand for a long moment before turning her attention to the translation. Growing excited, she read it aloud. ‘Of powers manifested, Orty of Fyen is simplistic. It power stone contained, using F’gard. That who Attm Irel shall bring it forth, no Qool. The Fyen serves a purpose, powered by Jdyinalit. It brings great Lyktun to the Xedri, serving. He seemed completely at ease, either unaware or supremely unconcerned by the revenge fantasies she was formulating. Marigold wanted to say something cutting or unsettling or maybe just scratch his eyes out, anything to break his maddening calm. Thule's composure seemed to mock her powerlessness.Unable to do more, Marigold studied Thule with a critical eye. He was tall enough that his hair was crushed against the roof of the car. From there, it ran in a black cascade down his neck and shoulders.