His face grew hard. I could see his need to dominate me. To keep me in line. He had to act. He had to put me in his place.“Yes!” Edvard snarled, h...s right hand raising up to discipline me.“Do not hit me, either!” I ordered. “And let go of my arm!”As the pain fuzzed across my mind, a small price to pay, my son released my arm. His face went pale, the anger melting into fear. He stared at his left hand, fingers flexing and clenching. His right fist, still raised, trembled.“No, no, no,” he said.My. Once again, Phyre found herself standing outside the gate to Mr. Gilbride’s estate and, once again, her entry was being denied. ‘We had that important message last time.’ ‘That was then, this is now. Unless you’ve got something new, I suggest you hit the road.’ The Skytouched made a show of peering around. ‘No sign of your big friend so I’ll wager you’ve nothing to report. Now beat it.’ Phyre huffed. This had gone so much smoother in her head. The plans she had made in bed last night were so. I can't get up anyway...Her thoughts chiseled away at her resistance until she finally gave in. Her body fell limply back into Timothy. TIMOTHY! she thought, coming back to reality. "Tim?" she squeaked, praying that she hadn't woken him. No reply. "Phew," she sighed. Looking back to the screen now, Jessica noticed things had really escalated. A man had pinned some woman over a table and was furiously thrusting into her repeatedly. Annoyingly, the camera angle left much up to imagination.. I was recorded in history as a lover of women, a heartbreaker and a gentleman. Here, of all places, I expected a little reverence. However, this diminutive human girl had shrugged me off like a chill in the air. She never looked up again as I made my way around her, towards the grand staircase behind the front desk. My step and heart were heavy as I climbed the stairs. Stopping at the door, marked with my number, I simply waited, key in hand. I was about to do something I had done hundreds of.