Unlike that tomb at the edge of the city, a fire here had been a disaster and completely destroyed the building.I had no idea what I was supposed to f...ind, though, especially since the guard that Katriana wasn’t talking to kept giving cut-eye every time I got a little too close to the rubble.There was a loud curse and the sound of cracking timber as one of the acolytes hurried stepped back from a freshly collapsing section of wall.Once the dust had settled, I shouted over at the acolyte, “What. At least until I'm proven right. I hope I never am. The faults of the few do taint the many though, especially when they all share the same uniform." Trying is a start. Now, why don't you try your father's agreement with General Smith?"Jacob finally looked up at me. "Ah, yes. We've reached the point in the conversation I have already thought of. Please continue." Oh no. This time, I want to know what you are thinking first." That's easy. If he regains command of the base, he will have two. You could stay in my flat tonight. You could continue reading the book and telling me what you think about it. That would be very helpful to me. You could—”“Yes, fine, I accept,” Theo said, flashing me a winning smile.I didn’t fuck him as soon as the taxi had taken us back to my flat. I had told myself I didn’t intend on fucking him at all, and I managed to hold out all evening and past the time I settled him in the servant’s room and went to the master bedroom myself, to sleep all alone in my. Things worked out. Keira and I had mutual connections. She clued Rachel in about me and we reunited, then we made up our lost time. It was beautiful. I only wish we had done it sooner.Recently I released another film, "Confessions of a Shopaholic". I played Becky Bloomwood, a woman who got herself in deep trouble with credit card debt. You might think the plot inappropriate to our troubled economy. I considered it a cautionary wake-up call. If Becky had taken more responsibility for her.