It was a letter from Rhea, informing Ahana that Rhea and Rehaan have gone out for the weekend with their other friends. It was a very impromptu trip. ...Both of them were very sorry, that they couldn’t keep up the plan for the weekend. They left her a bottle of wine, as a sorry gesture and promised her that once they would be back, they would give double special treatment to her.Sighing, she kept her coffee mug in the fridge, uncorked the bottle, and headed towards the couch, without bothering to. Lynne just stared at the two of them for a moment, and then shook herself. "Uh, Lenore?" Yes?" Lenore gave her a steady look in reply."Um, nothing," Lynne said.Lenore snorted, a split second before the Gunny did. I must be learning that from him, it's pretty expressive. "Lynne, say what's on your mind." Umm ... are you related to him?" Lynne blushed bright red."No, Lynne, the Gunny is my boyfriend, the man I love." Lenore waited for Lynne's response, but Lynne had a dreamy look in her eye.. This was our penultimate step in the plan Avernus had concocted: a blood magic-fueled sleep spell, something hundreds of times more powerful than a normal entropy-based sleep, strengthened by a human sacrifice – Avernus’ sacrifice. The mage had insisted it was necessary; it would keep the Architect from dreaming, the problem that had drawn the attention of the tainted Carta members who had attacked Hawke and tried to free Corypheus.“I’m going to die anyway,” he’d said, pragmatic as always. “Do. The guy blackmailed you here.’ After a rude snort, Grace continued, ‘And they say chivalry is d-e-a-d?’ Eyes narrowed, she decided to ignore Grace’s last remark, ‘I know it sounds bad.’ There was another mumble from Grace, Daisy just kept going, ‘But it’s my life, Gracie. And I just wish you would be happy for me.’ Grace stood up from her kitchen table and began to pace. ‘You understand how prehistoric you’re being here? We aren’t chattel anymore, Daisy.’ Fist raised in the air, she gave it a.