”“Ms. Price, I assure you, I was just as surprised as you were that Mr. Weaver reacted that way,” he protested, holding up his hands as if to de...end himself.“Angela,” I said thickly. “Do you think you could ease off the juice? We don’t want him to die before he can settle the suit. After that, feel free to hook him up to a car battery and barbecue the pig.”She looked down at him and nodded.“Fine,” she said, relenting.She took her finger off the trigger, but left it primed to shock him again if. Luckily James was quick about it and had a large man walking unsteadily next to him when they exited. I looked at the man, he was broad and well muscled, but I could see into him and found a memory of him killing a family for money and treasures to buy drinks with. I instantly found I did not pity him whatsoever, a death for deaths seemed very fair.As he came nearer I smelled his blood coursing through his body and I looked to James to signal that I could rip his neck and feed upon his very. ‘This café down here is cheap and okay. Good enough for you or do you wish to take me somewhere with better chairs and higher prices and you pay?’ ‘This one will do Mr Weinberg.’ He walked to the bar and sat. She looked at a table and the sighed and walked over and sat with him at the bar. ‘Why are we here?’ He grinned and said was she wishing for a date wasn’t she. But quickly went into business mode and told the bartender to fetch him a dry white wine. Sam then turned to Fiona and said she. Jane stroked Margaret’s head and smiled up at me.“We did it, Tyler,” she said. “We finally did it.”“We finally did it.” Those words had more significance than usual. Margaret was the result of our third pregnancy, the first two ending in miscarriages.It could have destroyed us. Maybe it would have, but for the depth of our love for each other.We were also fortunate that our cycles of depression were out of phase. When Jane was down in her own pit of Hell, I had strength enough for both of us,.