"I can trigger the wardings," I said, "They'll hurt me, but I don't think they can kill me. If you follow, you'll be safe, and you can rescue the witc...es."Lana smiled. "I thought the same thing, but I'm not going to let you just get hit by his magic." Oh?" I can cast a protection spell on you, a shield against magical wounds. I can make one pretty strong, and there are – entities – who owe me favors. I'll call those favors in – in fact I already have – and strengthen the spell. So, what happens. He pulled me up and said he wanted to fuck me, but asked if I might be into a more public place as he glanced behind me at my porch. I was on the 17th floor, facing across a main street and ocean. The Marriott was right there. I was a bit concerned, but then again, the sun had gone down, and if we had the lights off, no one could really see…. at least thats what I told myself. Well, I grabbed his hand and walked him to the porch. He was again behind me, kissing my neck and whispering dirty. The stranger, who looked to be ten years older than me, was six feet tall, with Beatle-cut sandy hair, blue eyes, an aquiline nose, and the most beautiful ears. He wore a pinstriped charcoal suit, pink shirt and a navy blue tie. When I looked down I saw well-polished black loafers. Edward.Attached to Edward's hands were a five-year-old boy and a three-year-old girl. I was introduced to them as Harold and Mary.The rest of the Village faded away, all I could see were Edward and his children. I. Your toes peaking from your heels sparkle from the street lights. You pull yourself out of your vehicle and give yourself the once over in the reflection of your window. You're ready! You straighten your blouse and begin to turn towards the bar. Suddenly you feel something grab you around the waist. You are shocked! Frightened actually! He is holding you firmly and pulls you close to him. You catch his silhouette in the window and recognize his features from the email photos you have spent.