Camila was gone again, and another one that had spoken kindly to Devon when she’d first come was missing, too. She didn’t know the other one’s n...ame, nor did she know the names of any of the girls currently chained along the wall. One was new, though. Bless her heart, Devon thought, her nightmare was just beginning. A few hours later, the door opened again, slamming into her. She hollered out and spit at the man, but he just spit back on her and laughed. But, instead of moving past her like. The alarm that the possibility had sent off was truly something to behold. A slew of strategies and calls for the deployment of every Untethered available had followed that before more level-headed minds had taken over.A meeting had been announced for the next day itself, a meeting that would help formulate the strategy for the upcoming war, which everyone had grudgingly accepted was inevitable. This meeting was unique in the sense that Untethered not directly affiliated to the Council would be. " But I sent you Inez's dress weeks ago. Have you been this... this... Edward all that time?" Si, I have been Edward Lassiter for almost two weeks. After the Medallion changes a person, it will not work again on him for twelve hours. It was easier to be Edward all the time." All the time?" Her eyes narrowed. "Even in private? Have you slept with this Mrs. Lassiter?" I will not lie, mi Paloma. I have. They have servants. There would be talk if they suddenly stopped sharing a bed. Let me say one. Charming, if a little rough around the edges, and outwardly a strange match for Christina, but after spending some time with them, they seemed perfectly suited for each other in ways I didn’t begin to suspect until much later. o-O-o It has started out harmlessly enough, not so innocent comments made each time they watched caught a glimpse her entering or living the house next door. His were crude, yet playful, while hers were subtly wicked, the corners of her mouth turning upwards, teasing her.