She had long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. Her skin was soft and tan. Her body was ripe, with 24 B breasts and an ass that belonged to a stripper.... Surprisingly, though, she was only fifteen. He didn't care. Suddenly, he wanted more than he had ever known. He pulled her comforter off and scanned her sweet body, taking in the sight of the sleek curves. She lay there in a white spaghetti strap shirt and a pair of soft white cotton panties. Jason ran his finger tips over the fabric of her. “That should hold it for a while. I may have to do it again later.”“What did you do?”“I asked it to keep burning, and it agreed. It wants more wood, though.”Sarette blinked, not sure how to respond. “You asked it?”“Well, it’s not like talking to a person, or even an animal. It doesn’t actually think for itself, but I called out to it, and it responded. I’ve always liked fire; it’s so much easier than wind. But it’s hungry.”“Back in Jol’s Brook, when you burned those men...” Sarette wasn’t sure. "There's just something about the whole incident that doesn't sit right. Cryptic warnings and prophetic threats are things Witches deal in, not Vampires." Vampires dealt in blackmail and political intrigue, for some reason unfathomable to me. "None of this makes sense." Come here," he called softly, holding his arms open in an invitation to lay my head on his chest. "Whatever comes to pass, it's not going to be your fault." He held me tighter. "Whatever happens, happens and there's nothing to. Charlene turned her back to the crowd and departed the pub as I faced the mass from the door with my shotgun leveled at them. I looked down at Fred, sprawled on the floor, unconscious with his bloody crotch exposed for all to see.We returned to the hotel, parking the truck in the front of the main entrance. We were extending an invitation to all of the, "would be" thugs to come visit and get a piece of us. I felt sure that uncle gangster's ego would not let this incident pass by. Charlene had.