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custodian, and the only accuser around, is me."
     
    Rahaxeris stood directly in front of Leith and grasped both of his shoulders. Leith began shaking violently with tears.
     
    "Coward." Rahaxeris shook his head. "I'll not be the one to kill you, unless I am asked to. However, I desperately want to hurt you right now. Hmmm."
     
    Rahaxeris slid his hands down Leith's arms stopping at his wrists. Leith screamed as Rahaxeris' long thumbnails cut open flesh.
     
    "Look closely," Rahaxeris ordered.
     
    Leith whimpered as he looked at the jagged open wounds on his wrists. Two black thorns appeared on top of the bloody mess. Leith screamed again, stumbling to his knees as Rahaxeris pushed the thorns into the wounds. He released Leith, who fell back, tearing at his wounds.
     
    "It's already too late to dig them out."
     
    "What are they?!" Leith cried.
     
    "Memories. Past and future. Once the thorns reach your heart, you will lose all sense of yourself, at least for a while. You will live through the tortures you have created. You will feel the pain you have given to others. Not to mention the thorns themselves will cause excruciating pain with every beat of your heart."
     
    "Take them out! Please! Please take them out!" he cried.
     
    Rahaxeris smiled again as he turned to leave. "No. They have made me feel so much better, though I am far from satisfied. You should count yourself lucky. I'm capable of so much worse than this."
     
    Rahaxeris shut the heavy door and locked it, holding the key. "Merhl!"
     
    Merhl came quickly. "Yes, sir! How may I serve you?"
     
    "Set a block on this door that no one can break except the one who has this key."
     
    Rahaxeris handed Merhl the key so he could tie the power of the block with it. The block formed quickly and invisibly over the door. Merhl gave the key back.
     
    "Thank you, Merhl. I need a large room for important company, one with a good view. Where could I find such a room?"
     
    "Follow me, sir."
     
    Leith's cries could still be heard faintly through the door.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Forest couldn’t remember a time she felt so relaxed. Syrus kicked back on the couch, listening to music, while she called the closest pizza place that would deliver at four in the morning. When the middle-aged driver showed up a half hour later, she took pity on him and gave him a hundred dollar tip. Forest and Syrus plowed through the two large deep-dish pizzas like a pack of frat boys high on pot.
     
    Now that her stomach wasn't tugging on her esophagus, Forest curled up against Syrus on the couch and let out a deep sigh of contentment.
     
    "I was too distracted earlier to realize how hungry I was," Syrus said. "That was good. Almost as good as S'mores."
     
    Forest chuckled. "I didn't realize you like S'mores that much. I think I have everything here to make them, well, except they won't be as good as they are when we have a fire."
     
    "Let's wait then. We can have them at your cottage when we go back."
     
    "Did you have enough? Are you full?"
     
    He hesitated. "Yes and no."
     
    "Oh? What else do you want?"
     
    Syrus looked apologetic and shook his head. "Nothing. Never mind."
     
    Forest swatted him on the shoulder. "Excuse me. You better tell me what it is you want, right now."
     
    Syrus smirked. "I don't have to."
     
    "Yes, you do. I'm your mate. I order you to spill it."
     
    He leaned over and pressed his lips against hers. "I like hearing you say that,"' he said seriously.
     
    "Say what?"
     
    "Declare yourself my mate."
     
    Forest wound her arms around his neck and nuzzled his ear. "Mate, lover, friend," she whispered.
     
    "What would this be called here on earth?" he asked.
     
    "Marriage."
     
    "Marriage," Syrus tried the word out. "I like that. Is it very much the same?"
     
    "No. It's a weaker bond than we share. People break their word to each other all the time. But with some people, marriage is lifelong and can be beautiful."
     
    "So if we were married, I would be