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raggedy breathing and the thud of their hearts aligned, but no longer in sync.
    “Please don’t fight me,” she whispered near his ear.
    He hoisted up and pulled out in one quick motion. He turned his back and fastened his jeans as if he’d suddenly become modest. He pulled his thermal shirt over his broad shoulders and spoke with his back to her. “Do what you need to do.”
    He walked away then--just disappeared up the stairs--and Beth was left with his coat to cry into and the pieces of her heart scattered all across the floor.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
     
    Somewhere just off the coast between Lithuania and Sweden he’d found paradise.
    Sometimes the wind blew cold and biting; sometimes the breeze was soft and warm. But without exception it was always isolated and simply perfect.
    It had taken him years to find it--three of them to be precise--and he so believed in being precise. He’d traveled the globe in the time since his Master--his father--had left him. He’d never been certain if the mother who’d taken him away after the siege of the evil ones was in actuality his mother at all. But she’d claimed him, attempted to mold him into another person in the land of Wales far from his beloved Jaelyn after they’d fled in shadows right before the fortress crumbled and was no longer.
    He’d been just a boy of twelve when he’d watched the annihilation of the peaceful world of the Flora Sky as the evil ones descended, led by the most wicked of all--the Stoddard man; the action hero who’d both eliminated The Master and stolen his only true love, Farley-Fauna.
    A child shouldn’t have to witness the demise of his father. As if that mortification hadn’t been enough, trying to build a life in Wales amongst people who didn’t understand was beyond difficult.
    It was impossible.
    F or he, The Most Masterful, had no interest in rugby or hunts for the elusive fox when the hunt should be focused on the one of true evil--the agent who’d robbed The Lord and Master of his life.
    It was nearing the time for Special Agent Christopher Stoddard to pay dearly for his grave error of bringing weapons of steel and leading his government soldiers to the Flora Sky and killing at random. Of course the Master had been wise enough to know that the people of Flora Sky would need to be prepared when the darkness descended. It was for that reason only that they’d kept mighty weapons to combat the heinous forces that lurked.
    But there had been no provocation that day--no reason for the sinister regiment to appear and kill, kill, kill. There had only been Stoddard-of-handsome-face-and-rugged-build’s selfishness. He savagely controlled the humble people of Flora Sky in order to make Farley-Fauna his own.
    She’d had no intention of leaving; The Most Masterful knew that for certain. She’d been so kind and lovely--humming softly and smiling sweetly to he who would soon be her son. They all knew of her initial defiance ; of how she’d mistakenly believed that she’d been one of them, one of the evil. But the truth had been revealed. The truth.
    Farley-Fauna was put on the holy, sanctioned earth to serve The Master and all his flock.
    The Most Masterful turned when the door to his sanctuary slid open. There were amenities here and he was grateful for that when Dara-Dawn drifted in with a can of American cola and a cellular phone on a tray. The Most Masterful had spent time in the States after his schooling was complete and he’d come to enjoy the trickery of video games and the alluring beat of rock music . They were intended for a simpler man to be sure -- certainly not a supreme one --b ut for that tiny portion of his being that was, in fact, so embarrassingly human, he too could find pleasure in the trivial.
    “For you, my Master,” Dara-Dawn said with reverence as she set the tray at his side. “Are you in need of anything else?” she asked as she tossed her yellow satin locks over her