Alistair sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Yourcirculus deus. The center of your Sentinel powers. It connects you tothe Hosts. Eve...n if the Fire Demon hadn't turned you into a blackenedbriquette, you would have died. Once your circulus deus was destroyed,you were rendered powerless." I wouldn't regenerate?"He nodded. "Without the link between your body and the Hosts, none ofyour quintessence powers would have worked."I nodded, sort of following along. "Okay, so if the Hosts. ”“Would that be Emily’s Uncle Walter?”“Yes,” replied Joe. “Now how would you know that?” Then it dawned on him. “Oh my God! You think Walter murdered Emily, don’t you!”“Is everything all right, Joe?” asked last night’s spokesman from across the room.”“Father O’Malley here reckons Walter killed Emily and buried her under the pond,” said Joe.“I didn’t say that,” I vainly protested as the crowd gathered round us again.“The timing’s right,” said one of the crowd.“I always thought there was. I had been dropped into an episode of some science fiction serial, into an alternate dimension, perhaps. I wasn’t at my best, in terms of clear thinking. My mind just threw out what I was worried about.“Pretty much,” she said.Now that reply could be taken two ways, in my own alcohol-fogged mind. One way was that her intent in bringing me to her bedroom and getting naked had nothing to do with sex. Rather, maybe she intended to put on some outfit and ask me if I thought it looked good on her. Or. Charlie moved a hand down to my jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down my thighs. We were quickly both naked, and I pushed her onto the bed. She pulled me after her, finding herself between my legs. Her soft lips grazed the outside of my vagina, and I felt myself gush with excitement. Nick was standing behind Charlie now, slipping his pants off. I could see his dick through his boxers, begging to be let out. Charlie’s tongue pet my clit and I gasped, tangling my hands into her hair.“Fuck.