The van drove off quickly but smoothly, leaving no-one behind. It had been stopped for barely twenty seconds.The following evening, at about the same ...ime, a two man Safety Patrol was walking past one of the senior houses of Cheltenham Ladies College. “Too much bloody money if you ask me,” one muttered to the other. They were getting towards the end of their patrol and they were bored.“What?”The junior man indicated the college they were passing. “Too much bloody money. These fuckin’ girls seem. ‘Find them and kill.’ * * * Cyril had visited the nearby lake to wash his uniform, but he heard iron groaning, and knowing better than to attribute such a noise to random actsof nature, he retreated behind a condemned building, stark naked, and watched. His new commander – he wasn’t familiar with the name of him, but he didn’t care either – was accompanied by another man, and they appeared to be arguing. The new man was the incarnation of obsidian glory – dark skin, a shadowy cloak, and no. She peered out the window and caught her breath.Gaston, the beefy hunter from town, was approaching on his massive horse. Belle closed her eyes and sighed, leaning against the stone wall. Gaston. The man was a brute, a total pig ... and a million times manlier than her poor Prince could ever be. Her heart recoiled at the thought of him, but the rest of her hummed.The massive knocker boomed once, then again. After less than a second, Gaston bellowed her name, his bass voice reverberating in the. Eris pulls her hand free and stand up, her eyes never leaving the feral. She unhooks the latch and Lynn tentatively steps out.“We have to be quick,” Eris says, reaching the door. “If anyone sees you, my position here is not going to matter. That attack ruined any chance of that happening.” She cracks open the door and peers out. “Luckily those guards don’t remember anything,” she mutters under her breath.When she is satisfied that the hall is void of activity, she waves the feral on and steps.