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He cli another corridor – also carpeted and filled with paintings – and finally ca of red roses next to it He paused and took a deep breath Through here, and he’s in the next room
He opened the door and pulled back froh-class smoke it too? He pushed the door forith an outstretched leg A thick cloud of the Red Mist hung in the air Faint giggling cas walked across the roo clear beneath the smoke There is so much of it What if it makes me sleepy like it made Peter?
A door slammed from somewhere behind him, and he darted forward into the room and shut the door behind him He kept low Naked women, at least ten of them, all different sizes and races, were sprawled on beds to either side, several blowing more smoke into the cloud One of theled, and then went back to s They don’t care I’ His eyes stung I have to get out of here
He passed a low table with an enorether – along with papers and ine how much a block that size would cost Just one small piece used to cost Peter a silver He unlocked the last door, leaving the key behind
The huge, ss on the walls Mara had no idea what they were supposed to be Some looked like they could be people Others were just lots of different colours and didn’t really look like anything There were ornaht have been ani like them before and didn’t want to
He took a deep breath, happy to be away from the Mist In the middle of the rooh curtain It est s Mara had ever seen A pair of bare feet moved beneath the curtain, the outline of whoever’s they were above
He is supposed to be in bed alone No witnesses But there have already been so uard Do I have to kill them all? Mara felt a little dopey Also warm and comfortable Maybe I can ask them not to tell anyone
Hesound started It stopped when he did and started again as soon as he took a step Weird His hands looked different like they glowed a little Is this how it feels? How Peter used to feel when he smoked it? This isn’t so bad It feels nice
He reached the curtain and held it between his fingertips So silky He rubbed it on his lips So soft When he let it go, it swished away in the wind So gentle He walked around, looking for a gap The cool breeze felt wonderful He wanted to be naked, to feel the air on his hot skin
The gap in the curtain gently parted, and he saw the bed; dark red and gold sheets, with the lump of what had to be the lord beneath them A woman stood next to it, naked The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen The best tits he’d ever seen I can’t kill her, she’s too pretty Maybe she’ll be h the curtain
He stared at the wo blonde hair, her perfect lips and nose I love her Starting at her shoulder, he looked down her ar The sound disappeared from the room as he stared at what she touched
White, wrinkled, leathery skin No Mara followed the rolls of baggy skin to its head Long, white, wispy hair spread out across the pillow As he watched, the sound of its wheezing crept back into his ears Mother, the lord is just like her
A hand gently guided Mara’s gaze away from the lord The naked woman stood next to him – he
r eyes dull and bloodshot – and stroked his cheek “Pretty eyes,” she whispered, deep and slow
Mother named me She knew me Silas made me kill her Mara frowned and lowered the woman’s hand He looked back to Lord Mansell The Master said there was a lot to be learned from Mother What about him? What can he teach me? He brushed past the naked woman and made his way to Lord Mansell’s side