It would at least be normal. What he got was four bodies in advanced stages of decomposition. The fifth dead body seemed to be normal, if the carnage ...of the aftermath of a battle can be called normal. Judging by the amount of blood, their one prisoner shouldn’t be alive.The desiccated bodies smelled like they should have been buried weeks ago.Caleb fought his gag reflex for several moments before gasping aloud, “What the hell?”“Yeah! That’s pretty close to what I asked, when I first got up. I could see how it might come off a little intimidating.“Yes, I did. Jason, this is Ricky. He saved me from a nasty fall at the coffee shop.”“So let me guess. You invited him home so you could give him a nasty reward.”We all laughed, including Jason, which put an end to the tension.“Don’t sweat it, Ricky,” Jason said, “I enjoy watching my wife being pleasured by a young strapping stud such as yourself.”That seemed to be my cue. I set the cinnamon buns on the coffee table in front of Jason then. A girl was with him. With her siren's voice she said, "It is not a spirit, Ab, it is her brother." She had on strange boots. They raised her up like heels, but instead of a tip it continued back to sole, creating a large hole in each. Her long, dark purple dress would have been very tight, if it were not for the long slit that ran up the left side past her knee. Both sides had small black hooks and aglets to open and close slits that went up to her waist. Around her waist she had black leather. "The Queen nodded."Please, when we are among the family, call me Lorida or Queen Lorida if you must," she said sweetly. "I understand you have a difficult time with shortening our names. I should tell you, I wrote to Eslada today and we have invited her to join us for Princess Denae's ascension. I wish I could have found time to discuss it with you but Sir Torbert has kept you quite busy as of late. Do you believe your father will allow her to visit? I'm sorry, I keep forgetting your tradition..