‘Why are you here, Oliver?’ ‘Why, my lord, you should know why.’ Kell shook his head. ‘I’ve only just returned to the colonies. I refuse ...o leave again.’ Kell glared up at his peer. ‘Dolt, do you not know my mother has died this past night?’ Oliver shrugged and sat in the plush chair across from Kell. ‘That matters not to me. It has no bearing to my duty.’ Kell wished he hadn’t drank so much the night before, he would sure like to beat the living hell out of Sir Oliver. What bloody right did. He had pulled her hair out in rage, spittle flying in her face from his screams and threats. He had lost himself to that fury, his fists flying in blows that broke bones and tore flesh.She had thought that she would die that day and had faced disappointment greater than anything she had ever felt when she hadn't. She had tried to push him into killing her that day, had tried to fuel the rage that the knife brought despite the immense amount of pain. She just wanted it over, the battle of wills. Zax, too, tried to figure out why so suddenly all those high and mighty figures who mostly maintain a calculated mug became so restless. He could understand the value of the third prize, consumable attribute essence. It was basically something that possessed one of the four attribute, like the fiery attribute liquid or the dark attribute oval shaped black object the man from back then consumed and made Carl's bestial nature explode. It was the other two prizes that Zax was not sure about. He. She moved her head backwards and forwards, blowing Glen with a natural rhythm which had him gasping for release. Glen pulled away, and again knelt before Anna, bringing his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. “If you keep that up, you’ll have me coming in seconds,” he gasped. “I’d like to make love to you if you’ll let me.” “I’d love for you to make love to me” Anna sighed, unable to believe that this was happening. Glen went over to his jeans, and pulled out a condom. “Let me.