palace Marton

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Using Influence was easy, dangerously easy and not at all the strain Christian had pretended it was. ( Read more... )

Marton discovered that his luck was in when he wandered into the living room for breakfast to find almost everyone was there. He helped himself to toast and eggs, took his seat and poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot on the table. "I've got something I need to talk to you all about." he said before starting to eat. "So if you could just hang around a bit after breakfast, I'd appreciate it." ( Read more... )

[Following this]

Shannon finished patrolling around her den and stopped in front of the gate. It was late and her master was sleeping, but there was nothing dangerous near and she was sure he'd be safe alone for a while. ( She wouldn't be gone long, but her puppy had had long enough to visit with Harry and it was time to fetch her home. )

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Lack of sleep was not conductive to clear thinking and Callan had managed very little last night. His dreams had been as restless, as sweat-soaked and every bit as frenetic as previously, despite his discovery of his dream-tormentor’s identity.
Fortunately, he'd not been meeting again with Marton until this afternoon and had had a catnap, a scant but very refreshing twenty minutes of downtime and a skill he’d taught himself as a student many years ago.
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“Okay, okay! I give up! You win!”
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(Follows Witness for the Prosecution.

Marton’s bedroom door slammed open, startling him. He looked up from where he’d been pulling on his boots to see Christian striding through the door, his face like thunder.

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing?”
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Marton wiped his face and then kicked out, heading for the side of the pool. He grabbed on to the tile and almost hauled himself out, but then thought better of it and rested his chin on his folded arms instead, watching his eldest son’s laughing departure. You’ll keep, he thought with wry amusement.( Read more... )

The secretary looked up at the sound of the discreet chime and got to his feet. He walked over and stood in front of Marcus, coughing to get his attention. "You may go in now." he said. "Follow me."

He pushed open the oak door and held it, indicating that Marcus should precede him before once again clearing his throat and saying, ( ''Mr. Schenkenburg, Your Highness.'' )

[Warning- this fic contains the aftermath of a violent physical and mental attack, and other disturbing content. If you are not in a headspace to read that, please don't read.]

Follows Jake and Christian- Talent attack.

( ''Orlando- you have to find Marton- right now. I need to go to Christian, but you need to get to Marton- can you do that?'' )