When he first took me from the keep, I don't think he knew what I was but then I'm not sure. I started fighting his spells, though I didn't know what ...I was doing. That's when he transported us back to his place and set me on a warded table. He tried to weaken me by taking my energy but I fought him. There was another man that came in a few times and I think it might have been Greggor's father. He looked like Greggor anyway, only older.Anyway, I would fight; the nasty man would come back, cast. So many endings in a person's life; you think you reach a point and it seems that things should just not go on. You tell yourself it has been enough, right? Then of course you push on past that moment because unless you are Sydney Carton reassuring yourself that it is a far, far better thing you are doing just before you get your head chopped off, or Juliet checking out over Romeo's dead body with a dagger thrust, the truth is, it is not really the end of everything. Greg wondered whether Hal. Not bawling, or even scrunching up her face. Just crying. Tears rolled down her calm face as she held Edwin against her. He didn’t seem to understand what was going on, but a good cry was brewing on his face.“What do we do?” I asked.Yes. I asked. The man. The one who was always accused of leaving behind a trail of dead bodies, belonging to men who had wanted to harm his girls. The one with the temper. The broad-shouldered one nobody in his right mind would pick a fight with. The supposedly. .. how do I put this, banged a stewardess, sorry, flight attendant mid-flight as well. She kinda caught us and while she didn’t blackmail us per se, she took full advantage of the opening and our ... vulnerable situation to, shall we say, skim a bit off the top? It was bareback, too, so we’ll see if she turns up preggers later, eh? It was fucking hot, watching my brother get mounted and stuff that Indian cutie with his nice, thick rod. She was married, but I get the impression that she wanted.