~Tamia~ I spent thirty minutes more in Stephanie's room until she fell asleep. Then I asked a maid to remove the green drink from the room and returned to mine. I was surprised that Sylvester hadn't returned, and I wondered what was keeping him. I decided to link him. "How is it going?" I asked
He had nothing to gain in enforcing the union unless he wanted to watch Leo and counter his moves. He must have used his daughter as a spy to help him cause things that would make people doubt Leo's leadership and destabilise him. His daughter might have been willingly or unwillingly helping him b
"She told you that when?" he asked and I told him of the meeting I had with Amanda and her request. I heard him curse at Ramsey. "He wanted her in our home so he could keep an eye on you and run circles around you. Problems started when she came to our house, and she visited him too often. I doubt
~Sylvester~ Everything suddenly made sense, and I could feel Tamia's pain. Realising someone ruined her home because of his personal gains was very painful. I held her in bed until she finally fell asleep. Then I slept. I woke up in the morning and found Tamia pacing in the bedroom. I looked at
I pulled out and lay beside her in bed, trying to catch my breath. It was worth my morning. I looked at her, and she was trying to catch her breath too. "Thank you," I said, and she smiled at me. "You will thank me later," she teased and giggled. We rested a bit before heading to shower. Entering
I moved about the woods growling with rage. I needed an outlet. There were many clues, but none led us to the top. All we had were still pawns. I knew we would have to start arresting people soon, but I just hoped the noise would quiet until after my wedding. We needed to have some peace and celeb
~Sylvester~ Tamia and I showered together and dressed up for breakfast. Marcel linked me three times, saying they were all waiting for us. Apparently, Tamia had ordered that we have breakfast together without telling me. I was sure she had her reasons, and after our new resolve, I knew she meant we
"If they had done this to my father, I would have said he deserved it, that he was too wicked, but what is my crime? What is our crime?" I asked, looking at them. "They have food on their tables, jobs, freedom and peace. They can mix if they choose. Our world has never been this happy, but some peo