"This is a party to relax and let off some steam. It is a party so these guys can show you their appreciation for everything you do. Timm and I are in...the same boat legally as they are because we purchased the alcohol. If you haven't been around alcohol and don't know your limits, tonight isn't really the time to learn them. If you do know your limits, tonight isn't the time to test them. That's all I wanted to say."Cameron and Timm had been carrying in a few cases of beer and some wine coolers. Dark brown eyes. A beautiful face that a movie watcher would compare with Paz Vega. The men cleaned him up, and dressed him in coarse white cotton overalls and laid him out for whatever procedure she would give him for his shoulder. He was unconscious but breathing after they had pumped his lungs. They prayed that he didn't stay in a coma, but they wondered if it was too late for prayer. Nothing they had done had awoken him. They'd found a bracelet on his right hand that simply said "Silesiar". "If you two are fooling around you can mark me down as suckered 'cause if you're not then I think I'd just as soon stay ignorant of whatever it is your father wouldn't want me knowing." Coward," grinned Mark. He was thawing enough to tease me."Come over here and say that."He did and found himself in a tight embrace. There was nothing hostile about it -- precisely the opposite -- and I could feel him harden against my crotch. I don't know if girls notice it as much but, when your own erection is. You sensed something, and I felt it in you. What did you sense?”“Cold,” he replied, settling back down on the rug. “Like ice in my chest, something touching my heart, but only for a second.”She leaned closer to him, her face serious, her voice stern. “Focus, Aran. Follow that dark energy back to its source. Use your training. Your life may depend on it.”Aran nodded, closing his eyes, breathing deeply as he brought his attention to where he had felt the chill in his heart. Even the memory of it.