I looked over the top of my book."What would you like to eat little half breed?" I said.She shook her head."No, it's just, I haven't eaten for a week ...... and I, well ... should have starved by now," she trailed off, sounding suddenly unsure of herself.I shook my head and chuckled."Well, child, you are half angel, and to the extent of my knowledge angels don't eat anything."She nodded dumbly.I continued, "But you are still half human, you are going to need to feed that half of yours every once. You okay, Chelle?’ He was standing in the doorway, two cups of coffee in his hands. He had seen her come in, had watched her kick at her car and then try and wipe the mud off of her pants. He had seen the mood she was in. It matched his. He hadn’t been able to go home last night. The house was too empty and not even the idea of pounding nails, picturing the Sheriff’s piggy little face had persuaded him. He had sat in Sheri Meridian’s apartment, listening to the traffic on the interstate a mile. He said I could stop it. I believed him. Didn’t I? I trusted him, but I was HERE in his domain. Was I safe? Surprisingly enough, I felt completely safe. I started to put on the corset, and as promised it fit like a sexy glove. The thong panties also fit perfectly. I decided to keep on my thigh high boots, just for some extra height.I finished up and went back out. He was standing in the center of the room. I walked up to him and stopped just shy of his arm’s reach. He came up behind me and. Isabelle liked to take walks through the grounds, admiring the blossoming trees and plants. It was a far cry from the windswept peaks and the dank caverns of her previous abodes.Purchasing a manor had been a surprisingly simple affair. Finding a Lord who was in financial trouble had been trivial, the man had been all too happy to abandon his obligations in exchange for a large sum of gold that would see his debts repaid.Living in a manor had turned out to be a little more complicated than Iden.