Phil stomped off, echoing his sentiment about ‘thugs in the lowlands’. It seemed to divert suspicion from Leon like a racist parting of the seas. ...Everyone now looked at him concerned, as if he should be double offended by the poster. When they were back inside closed doors, Lily immediately began disrobing. She had a bright enthusiasm that was a direct counter to her firecracker anger from the day before. She pulled Leon into the bedroom, wild and wet with anticipation. Leon felt himself. Marylou. Who likely would never see anything beyond Carson County. Marylou, moaning for him. Marylou. Who would never own anything firsthand store bought or that hadn’t been worn to the grave by women before her. In, hold, swivel hips, listening for the sound of the sigh, retreat, then dig deep again. Marylou. Who would be put in an early grave herself if her pappy found she had been fucking with one of the Owen boys. Marylou. More rapid stroking, pelvises grinding together. Marylou. Who was. No immortal had ever tested their ability to live without a world, and she didn’t relish the thought of trying. The door opened again and Anbay and Themis led in quite the procession. Ares and his near-double Mars strode in, a sullen looking Tyr behind, equally morose Chu-Jung with Huitzilopochtli, then Sekhmet, and finally Hachiman. ‘If you would all take a seat, Themis will show us something important.’ They sat carefully with Tyr and Chu-Jung in a second row. Hachiman and Huitzilopochtli. “We are at war?” Yerrick asked, amazed that the king was still so calm.“Not as of yet,” Joseph replied. “Soon, however, I believe.”“Where is Elena?” Lydia inquired.“She was dispatched to Denaya to speak with our allies,” Joseph answered. Lydia nodded. There was little in the castle that she didn’t hear about and she knew Joseph had made plans to deal with Marindar.“Should I put the Home Guard on alert?” Yerrick asked.“There is no need,” Joseph said. “I have spoken to your sergeant and to.