As Ben entered his parents’ kitchen, he smelled the metallic stench of blood wafting through the air and saw it pooled all over the kitchen tile. “Momma! Dad! Where are you?” Ben yelled as he walked up the stairs. &nbs

“Throw them big ole things on up here,” said Sofia as Imara stretched out in her chair. 

“Mmm…” Imara moaned as Ben buried his face in her neck and kissed his mark. 

Ben squinted at Thorin as his heart began to race. Could this man know something about his past and how he ended up here? “Remember? What are you talking about? Do you know something about me?”  Thorin looked at him then took a breath to say something but stopped. He looked around the ground before him and blew out through twisted lips as he glanced into the street before looking back to Ben. “How far back can you remember Ben?” Ben stood and wiped his hand across his mouth. “How do you know that?”  Before Thorin could answer, Aster appeared and said, “Mr. Parker, Jasper Mason on the phone for you.” Thorin looked over Ben’s shoulder and no

“I hope you don’t think poorly of me, Ben. This isn’t the kind of thing I do.” Imara slid her dress back down her body as she straightened it and Ben pulled the zipper up then smirked and shook his head. “I don’t Imara. Not at all. I can’t really explain it to you, you’ll think I’m crazy, but I’ve been dreaming of doing that for a long time.”