The next time she talked, she sounded upset. "Charles, I know that you're running from the Taliban, but I have been in this truck an hour and you have... not kissed me once. Not once. It has been four days. Are you still angry? Do you remember me?"Her phone interrupted. "Hello, Blair. No, I will not be back for dinner. You do not need to know where I am. I am listening. What I heard was that all the problems were caused by my moving back into the sorority house. I know that your friends thought. One moment East Gastric's one and only heir apparent was, ashe was born to be, a rakish (read rakish as overly testosteroned) young ladchomping on the bite of his budding manhood. The next, a princess, moreravishing (double entendre fully intended) fetching (as in exquisite) thanany temporal born and bred princess had any right to be.Succinctly put, our protagonist, the adolescent Prince Eric GilgalidBonaventure had been, as the common folk of the minuscule Kingdom of EastGasrtic on the Fen are. “Your bosses wouldn’t even trust you with things like secret stashes?”“N-No, it’s not their fault, I w-wouldn’t either.”“You wouldn’t trust your Vivi with a secret location?” Art said, moving his search further up the path.“Not all of them, no. She understands. It’s ... it’s b-because ... Kindred live so long, and ... and you c-can’t trust someone to always b-b-be an ally. She might be d-dominated by a powerful Ventrue, or coerced by a p-powerful Daeva. Or, with d-decades of time, might no. Walking upstairs we find grandma finishing breakfast for us. Sam runs to her and says, Great Grandma look what we found. Its your grandpas ball jar treasure. Grandma giggles, The family was looking for that the last fifty years Sam. We wouldve found it by now if it was out there. I slipped the jar behind my back, I want to hear the story before we surprise her with the jar. Marshall takes the jar just like I handed off the football to him many times before. Kathryn grins as she blocks grandmas.