"Good," said Jeremy, "I know who they are. They are three escaped slaves from the entourage of Princess Elaheh, and I am supposed to get them back to ...obekistan."After the Consul had expressed his eternal gratitude to Jeremy at considerable length, they made their way together to the Questura, where the Consul explained that Jeremy was acting as lawyer for the Kobekistani government and had full powers in this matter. It was only after the Consul had left that the investigating officer, who. How do you feel about that?" Fierce blanked, not responding. "Fierce?" No response. He stared at his shoes, eyebrows furrowed. "Please, say something Lover..." she begged. Fierce shrugged his shoulders. "You can fix it, right? It's not forever?" "Sure, as soon as we get out of here we'll imprint your old DNA into the therapy and change you back. And besides, if the storm clears up for a bit, . It was like I was in an old movie. Too ridiculous to believe. I don’t know. It was a dream.”“Mari.”“Wait! That was her name. How did you know? Did I call you Mari?”“Maybe. It was okay. I felt like I was her, too. That’s what scared me. It was so powerful. You are so powerful.” They kissed again and Wayne slid a hand under Judith’s shirt to cup her breast as she ground herself on his lap.“Thirty minutes!” Lena called from the back door of the theater.“Thank you, thirty!” Wayne and Judith. “And this is for you,” I said.She gave me the green eye burn. Her big eyes were moist and I thought she might start to cry. I could tell a million thoughts were rushing through her head. She looked like she wanted to speak but she didn’t, she just burned her liquid eyes into mine.“Thank you,” she said in a shallow, half-broken voice.Then she leaned up to me and kissed me, half on the cheek and half on the corner of my mouth. Then she spun around, walked to her car, got in and drove off.She had.