“Yavara, if you are who you say you are… I’m a ranger, Yavara. Do you know what that means?” My vision was blurred. “That you have to kill me?” Yavara laughed. “Yes.” My throat was so dry. Yavara stooped over me, a crooked smile on her lips. She spread her legs and straddled my lap, her large breasts hanging in front of my asian face, her eyes gazing into my own. Her flesh radiated its heat against me, her hair grazed my cheeks, her scent wafted into my nose. I was gripped by the senses she enticed, stuck in a paralysis of horrible indecision. She made the decision for me. Yavara’s gently grabbed my hand and guided it to my dagger. She guided my hand and the dagger to her throat, her orange eyes staring into me as she pressed the blade against her neck. “Are you going to do your duty, Elena?” Yavara whispered, leaning her face next to mine, “Are you going to kill the Dark Queen?” Two years of ranger school screamed to push the knife in. This woman was the greatest threat to my homeland, the evil of all evils, the forerunner of the apocalypse. The sixteen years of friendship pleaded to let her go, to return to her father and bear the fetish shame of my failure, to tell the lies she wanted me to tell so that she could remain safe. But Yavara was more than safe. She had acquired the alliance of two of the most powerful beings on earth and an orc tribe leader all in a few days. A few BDSM months and she could have an army. A few japanese years, and she could have an empire. I pressed the blade harder, her skin pushing inward. Yavara’s face remained confident, unaware that I was making teen up my mind. A drop of blood fell from the blade. Yavara’s blood. I was going to kill my best friend. I was going to kill the person I loved most in the world. Memories flashed into my mind. Yavara and I were skipping school to go hunting. Yavara and I were racing each other on horseback. We were lying together in her bed, Yavara’s eyes were wide as she told me about her ideal man. I looked back and pretended she was talking about me. Yavara kissed me on the cheek as I left for ranger school. Timing myself to walk past her, back to my bedroom, I made my way down the asian hall. She had even reassured me that she was moving back in with me tomorrow. At the very least, tens of thousands would be in the shadow of Castle Alkandra in a matter of weeks teen with no food, no plumbing, and no shelter besides an unfurnished shell of a castle. "You don't want to break our BDSM deal, do you?" he asked, and she shook her head reflexively. I guessed that it was the same Party Boat, or another one that used the same cove. “That blouse...” he groaned, japanese his cock twitching fetish against my rump. I was eager to know what would happen next. Instead he shuffled back out of the kitchen and sat down on the floor of the bar. She was wearing that sexy smile of hers and it didn’t take much thought to guess what she had in mind. Sandy quickly turned over the case and dumped everything out on the floor. You're going to free her mind and body. Don’t make me regret it.” Greg mentioned the conversation that he had had with Daina about Maggie.