He agreed so quickly that Helen flashed her son another quizzical glance.As his mother headed up the stairs, Jason gathered everything up and moved to... the sink, mind spinning. She had noticed that something wasn’t right - what was he going to do? Sarah seemed to be reacting to him a set way now. He could make her stop, have her avoid him. But that would reinforce the fear aspect wouldn’t it? But maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. He could deal with the fear, letting that die down gradually. It was. Picking up a thin but sturdy eight inch piece of fallen tree branch about one-half inch in diameter and sliding around the cabin to the front porch, Sean tested the stability of the planks as he stepped lightly on the first one. He detected no sound or obvious vibration from his movement. Using this same degree of care and skill, he continued up on the porch and waited just outside the open door. Tango Two had pulled the mattress off Glenn’s bed and placed it in the center of the room. Tango. ..’ He began to become a little embarrassed, trying to explain to this woman where it would go.‘Ahh, I think I know the very piece.’ She smiled a knowing smile, reached under the counter where she was standing, and retrieved an old wooden box, opening it up she revealed the item Peter had been looking for.‘This belonged to Maxim Volkov, rumoured to be the bastard son of Peter the Great. Made by a skilled craftsman reputedly influencing Peter Carl Fabergé. His skills as a jeweller are virtually. Time to go say hello.”“Any word from your papa?” Hafnan asked.“Besides imaginative swear words?” Natasha laughed.“You know what I mean,” Hafnan said.“I do,” Natasha said. “I’m just not going to get in trouble because I didn’t tell Owen first.”Hafnan’s eyes widened. Her smile flickered. She turned back to the mirror.“What now?” Natasha asked from the doorway.It took a moment, but a queen shouldn’t look like a terrified maid or a giddy schoolgirl. Hafnan stood tall once again. She made five feet.