James let his father rest on his back while pulling up the sheet. He would have been here, tending to his father. As time passed, the grief turned to anger that was directed towards the King.
Calhoun admired Madeline's strength not to give in, but that was only because she didn't know how it felt when the sexual tension was released. Of course, he wouldn't make love to her today, but there were other ways to help her, thought Calhoun.
"Did I forget to mention to you about the time when I sewed a man's lips shut using his own skin?" she said calmly twisting her fork and saw her friend Elliot look at her with horror.
"You know, I thought you were like your father. I was wrong. You could learn a few things from him." She said and this time she did not allow him to leave her. Instead, she turned around and left him standing there.