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and the suburban.  He gives the keys to the limo to M arthe and tells her to follow him in the suburban.  He pulls out of the garage and immediately turns into the field of grapes, tearing down the hillside. He blazes a path for Marthe to follow and reaching the end of the vineyard, banks hard left towards the barns where the farm equipment is kept.
    The suburban is met with gunfire and Znuul’s response is to lean forward and unfurl a wing to protect the children and staff in the back.   The windows shatter and he raises an arm to protect his eyes instinctively. He slams the brakes and takes the hurtful gunfire.  When the gunfire ceases he flings the door open, telling everyone in the vehicle to “Take to the floor!”
    There are three commandos.  They are reloading.  With a moderate amount of concentration Znuul projects a red energy from his eyes that skewers one commando leaving him with two eye sized holes in his chest.   Taking two steps forward he plants his feet and with a flap of his wings projects a force wave that scatters the two others to the ground.  Stalking forward he rips the gun from the hand of one and uses it to cancel the other commando with two to the chest and one to the head before he can get his bearings.  The last commando has the unfortunate fate of Znuul jamming his fingers into his chest and having his life’s essence ripped from him.
    Znuul casts the d ried husk of the commando aside and takes a moment to savor the life he just devoured with a smile.
    Grey’s storm is swelling and the helicopters are at bay.  But Znuul senses something else.  Something coming fast.  Something coming from high above. Putting his thumb to his forehead he projects a simple thought to his master – “Danger from above coming, get out now”
    He receives no response, but instead a feeling of lightness.  A feeling of freedom.
    A sound roars from above; jet fighters. The chateau explodes under a siege of carpet bombing.
    Ahtsag Znuul reaches out for Grey Lightbringer with all his senses. He finds nothing.
    Marthe, the chateau’s chef leaves the limousine and walks up to the statuesque Ahtsag Znuul staring at the flaming remains of the chateau they called home.
    “Thees is good Ahtsag.  You are still steel here, Monsignor Lightbringer escaped.  You both still live.”
    Very slowly, the beast turns his head and looks down upon the chef Marthe.  “No Marthe, Grey is gone.  And I am now unbound.”
     

Chapter 6
    I don’t think I did too badly.  I beat Shey’s expectation by at least five times over.  That is I probably lasted a minute – the first time.  That’s not bad for a man who hasn’t had any sexual contact for almost twenty five years.  And much, much longer than that with anyone other than his wife.
    That first time rocked Shey to her core; leaving her at least as overwhelmed as I was, trembling and muttering many sweet things.  It’s apparently true, just like when my summonlings physically hurt me, they receive multiples of the damage – when they physically please me, it appears to be the same - in a much better way.
    Some guys might think that’s cool.  I know it for what it is: a means of control, damn near Pavlovian. Hurt bad.  Pleasure good. Do as I say.
    Ick.
    Our second round was much more on par with my male ego.  Shey is a playful, communicative lover. It was a good time for both of us.  But now I lay here, Shey curled up next to me and all I can think of is what Dory must be thinking looking down on me from above.
    My wife Dorothy is my guardian angel of sorts.  She passed away and I know she’s looking over me - because she showed herself. I hope she turned an eye, even though she gave Shey and I “permission” some time ago when physical intimacy became difficult at best for her.
    I feel a quick kiss on my cheek and look over to see Shey on her elbow looking at me with concern. “Dorothy would be happy that you are happy.  You should be happy again