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Takes time to break in a young stallion, it will be interesting to watch and learn more about each other's backgrounds.

Amen brother... "There's nothing wrong with you," I said firmly, hand cupping his bearded cheek. "Nothing. You've just been waiting for the right spark. And this? Us? It's real. It's good. Doesn't mean you were broken before. It means you were searching. And now you've found something."

I'm liking Eileen more and more, and her take-no-prisoners manner...she's a breath of fresh air! Like others, I can't wait to find out more about Graham the dodgy one!!!

Still waters run deep and the intensity of buried feelings will be hard to ignore….

With the exception of Demi, these Orinovians are insane….the fact that nobody wants to deal with them is telling….

As long as the mystery holds Arlo should be somewhat safe… My church would never work with a dullahan,” Sera denied vehemently. “We tried to return you to your rest. It worked. Pharasma saw fit to allow you to return. So now we watch, and wonder what your secret is. You were stolen from the River of Souls, you vanished from Magnimar, and now, several months later, you exist within a new body. It’s like a druid cast [Reincarnation] on you. What is it? What is your secret?” “I tried to tell someone once. They died in front of me. I suggest you drop this line of questioning, because I will not repeat that experience.”

Looking forward to a continuation as this begs for more!

Oh wee that was hawt!

I’m loving this story and the intensity of their burgeoning friendship…I may be wrong but, I sense a possible slight, thawing of Kitt’s father… Kitt hesitated—but only for a second. His father had watched his race quietly, told him Good job with a rare gentle smile, and when Kitt asked if he could stay at Matt’s, he simply nodded. “Be respectful,” his father said. “Call if you need anything.”

Our heroes have found shelter from the storm, while our traitorous knight walks a precipitous path in his carnal desires.

And now for something completely different …

Too late…🤔 We broke apart panting, foreheads pressed together. "Sauna first," he murmured. "Get you all hot and sweaty."

Feelings…nothing more than growing feelings…

I get the feeling that we will see more of Ezio…

Again they need to take a moment to plan accordingly. Not only do they not know where, but what they will be up against. And as @drpaladinnoted, the only way to stop these folks is regime change.

One of your best chapters yet LB. Informative and left much to ponder. I like that they are taking it slow, not sure I would have had the patience.... I thought Miguel's defense of his country was spot on and passionate. The only way the scourge of drugs will end is if the demand stops. Sadly, I don't see that happening anytime soon. Drugs on our streets have become so pervasive that it reminds me of the way booze was handled during prohibition in the 1920-30's. Those who controlled the levers of power were bought with dirty money, and I remain convinced that it is so today. Less than two years ago, a student was busted in our local high school for selling $5 baggies of heroin. For many in this country, drugs are an escape from the issues of the day, or at home, or at work. Sorry for the rant from the top of my soapbox!

If Quinn can 'mind' speak with Iris, is it possible, with some effort and studying, that he might be able to sense the faint twin bond? Create a path and follow it? And get over yourselves and talk!!!!

Oh...no....The peasants are taking to the streets...

I got 6 cans in the fridge~~~

I intrigued, let's see where this goes...

But for the kindness of strangers, Michael learns a valuable lesson... Let's see where his focus on swimming brings him!!

Ain't that the truth... People think everything is about themselves when it isn't at all.

I get the sense that family life for Kitt is all about expectations rather than familial love. But to Kitt—raised in a neatly quiet house where voices softened after dinner and footsteps were measured—this place felt like stepping into a river without knowing how deep the water went. He stood by the wall, hoping to blend into the background, when a familiar voice cut clean through the noise. The poor boy is starved for attention, recognition, and the milk of human kindness, and that life can be messy and full of fun! Matt’s house was everything his wasn’t—lived-in, loud, cluttered with life rather than rules. Soccer cleats by the door. A stack of mail on the counter. Music from his sister’s room vibrating faintly through the floor. His mom hugged first and asked questions later. His dad greeted everyone loudly. His sister complained about homework with the confidence of someone who knew she’d be heard. Kitt wasn’t sure how to exist in a place like this, but he liked being there.

Boy, did the following sentence hook me hard, simply a beautiful piece of descriptive writing!! And Kitt, standing alone in his new room, watching Matt disappear back home, didn’t know yet that the boy across the street—the one who walked like sunlight and talked like it was easy to breathe—would become the safest part of his entire world.

Glad they finished the beer!!!! My goodness, that was hot...yowzer!!!