It would end with her people scattered to the four winds, her temple destroyed, and the reincarnated spirit of Sheba imprisoned inside the Praetor, forever living her life in dreams, over and over again, time without end. Continue reading ”
He says nothing as he heads out the door. I can tell by the way he checks me out when Mike isn’t looking, and I have to admit that I have, on occasion, dropped a thing or two in front of him just so I have to bend over to pick it up