”“Thanks. Did you decide what to do tonight?”“I’ll pick someone to sing to,” I replied.Clarissa laughed softly, “Because it’s been nea...rly two weeks since you had sex and you need a groupie?”“I don’t NEED a groupie,” I replied. “Consider it like ‘catch and release’ fishing!”“Well, you certainly have a long fishing pole and a fantastic lure in your singing voice!”“You are bad, Lissa! Shall we have breakfast?”“How about another twenty minutes of cuddling?”“I’m all yours!”About twenty minutes later. The Masi'shen ship broke out of Antarctica, made world-wide television, and scared the holy crap out of everybody in the process. Now all those with an IQ about equal to room temperature are terrified that the space aliens are gonna return and suck their brains out through their left ear. And this preacher, Chase Evans McClayne, has got them all convinced that after their brains get sucked out, they'll be sent straight to Hell because the space aliens will undo the salvation that Christ brought. Delvin had become quite the lord keeper in his time as the owner and proprietor of the inn, not that anyone really cared, except for maybe a few small children every now and then, but those instances were few and far between.The Adventurer’s Guild was Delvin’s closest neighbor, or at least one of their branches. It meant he had better security when monsters got a bit more aggressive. The head of the branch happened to be mostly retired; she was a mage that specialized in ice magic and had a. Sometimes though, what she wants is too much for her to ask for. She wants me to go against what I believe. We've gotten into these types of problems before, and it never turned out well for either of us. All I know is that I've tried to do it, but it doesn't ever work out well for me. I end up resenting that I had to be the one to give in. I gave in a lot to Emily, but it just wasn't enough for her. It seems like I'm eventually going to be unhappy no matter what I do. I think I should keep.