"As he spoke she could hear the sadness in his voice. She wanted to cry and sob and say, it made no difference, she loved him anyway, but the words co...ldn't come unless she wanted to break down and let him hear it in her voice. Time had passed, they needed to talk, to get to know each other all over again - and she was determined not to cry. She was sure Jason had already shed enough tears behind the privacy of his closed door and he didn't need her sympathy.Pulling up outside the big old. He did have a lot of energy for a spirit, and she could already think of one use for him. "One condition," she told him seriously. "My sister won't be able to see or hear you unless you spend the energy to manifest, but if you agree to help us in any way you can, you can tag along." "Are you serious?" He perked up slightly. "Why not?" She grinned. "It might come in handy having you around, and besides; When you spend your life fighting monsters, you take your amusement where you can find. "But a man needs ta take care of his itches, Zeke," he continued. "That shit is in the bible somewhere. So nobody would fault you if you went somewhere else ta git your itch scratched."He looked me in the eye and I blinked."I thought so," he said. "And I also think, or at least I have an idea that you did it in a very thoughtful and family oriented way didn't you?" I guess..." I said. "I'm sorry Reb, but I..." He held his hand up to silence me."Zeke, ain't nobody complaining. You're getting. ‘I have been watching you all evening, Heather,’ he said in a deep voice. ‘Who are you, sir?’ ‘I am the Duke of Ridgeley, Cameron Northleigh.’ Heather was shocked. The Duke of Ridgeley was married to the most beautiful woman in all of London. Ginger Hamilton-Northleigh, the Duchess of Ridgeley, although beautiful, was in very fragile health and had been pregnant, the last Heather heard. ‘Where is your wife, sir?’ Cameron’s features hardened. ‘She has run off with her lover — that joke of a.