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"Sebastian, you can spend that next hour in the study and realize the mistake that you have made." "But my beloved…" "No buts, what is going on here?" "This here," I begin to explain, "This here is Bobby, he is like the father to the boys. He has come to help us with our problem." "Well, what is this problem," she asks. Bobby, rather strangely, or should I say obviously lets my beloved take a seat next to him. Now he either does not know my beloved is a Vampire or the man is doing so to piss me off. Well, it is working, so I show for him to carry on with his explanation.

I let out without turning to face him. “Stop with the fucking shit show and tell me what is going on”, Bobby says and I sit in front of him crossing my legs again holding on to the tumbler with the amber content as I eye him up. The guy has gone old and fat, someday he is going to have a fucking heart attack.

Bobby smiled. “Aw did you find your way home you lost dog?” Bobby snapped at him. “I am here to see your father.” “Good I hope he puts a bullet in your daughter first, and make you watch her slowly die, and then he forced you to die slowly!” Bobby grabbed him around the throat, picking him up into the air. “I suggest you watch your tone; I could break you in half and there isn’t a damn person that would be willing to die for your pathetic ass.”

"Oh, really? I saw what you did for Bobby, you know." He pulled out a soda, offering it to me like we were friends just hanging out. I shook my head even though my mouth was as dry as the dirt road outside. He shrugged and popped open the can before sitting back down on the sofa. He took a swig and let out a deep, satisfied breath. "That's my gift, by the way," he added. I was having a hard time keeping up. "What?" "I can see auras and, baby, yours lit up like a rainbow when you talked to Bobby that first day!"

Quim bid us goodbye. This scene is so dramatic and it extends to Bobby’s car. “He really seems nicer to you than I thought. I told you he’s a good guy,” Bobby said. “Yeah, he is,” I said. My words are still very few. I don’t feel like talking right now but it’s rude not to talk to Bobby who’s been my support system from the very start. I may have also given him the vibes that I like him. I really feel like I'm a bad person right now.

"Or, what exactly can you do?" "First off, I can do magic. Secondly, I can perform a spell that lets me speak with the dead," Bobby said, his voice dropping. "The last time I tried it, I went so deep into the darkness that I almost didn't come back. Annabella had Daniel break the circle I'd made. He severed the connection to the spell. All I really remember is falling through endless darkness." He shuddered visibly. "Wow," I breathed, my mind reeling.

"After all, what do you expect from a servant who spent all his days waiting on others' crumbles." The entire conversation made Bobby enraged. But he didn't dare lift his head until he heard Madam Rider say, "That bastard should have rot and died in that cell! That incompetent fool that calls himself 'chief' is just another useless idiot-" Just then she realized that Bobby was still there, and at first, fear flicked in her eyes, and then she scowled at him, "Do you have something to say, dummy?!" After shaking his head, Bobby bowed deeply and rushed out, and Savannah stared after him before saying, "Do you think he should be walking freely after what he just heard?"

ME— Bullshit. “Faith?” I sneered at Bobby. “Faith in what? That God made me crippled like this only to send some half-wit bullshit artist to ‘heal me’ for His greater glory? Just like that Bastard hit Mom with a fucking drunk driver so He could show us His ‘greater glory’ and ‘grace?’ It’s bullshit, Bobby. Either it’s all lies, God doesn’t exist and we ended up like this by accident and Mom got killed because life just sucks, or God made us like this and killed Mom just so He could prove how fucking awesome He is. Fuck that, Bobby. If that’s His deal, if that’s the ‘faith’ I gotta have to get ‘healed’ . . . no thanks.”

What the hell is wrong with this dude! Trying to be careful with the company’s image, I squeeze a wry smile out on my face and react as politely as I can, “Thank you for your kind offer.” I nod at him, “But I don’t think I need the service, thank you...” Bobby smiles at me, “It’s okay. The option is always on the table when you need it, don’t worry.” like I will? To hell with it! “Have a good day, Henrietta. I’ll meet you again.” meet again you said? Huh. If it isn’t for Jamie, I don’t think we will meet ever again, Bobby Goodwin. Pervert!

Bobby said suddenly. "World domination is very lonely. Let me give you a suggestion. Be their savior. Do that and everyone will admire you, look up to you, praise you, and admire you. They will worship the ground you walk on," Stella said with a smile, tapping the table with her fingers. "Yes, you're right. You're the only one who has the ability to communicate with me. You are like a beacon in my life," Bobby agreed. "We still have a lot to learn before we achieve our goals. You should read. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me."