Yield Stress Limit - definition - The stress at which material strain changes from elastic deformation to plastic deformation, causing it to deform permanently.
The occasional sound of a page turning interrupted the silence that blanketed the room. The Barrister sat alone in his office, surrounded by the stacks of papers that Tara had left him a few nights earlier. Each page listed the charges that were being levied against the pint-sized redheaded vampire. Each page detailed the witness accounts of her transgressions. Lucien sat and read over each page then turned the page over onto another stack. He read over each page, but saw nothing of what was written on it.
How are you doing tonight, Tara?
I am very well, Lucky Daddy. You?
I'm okay.
You do not sound okay?
I'm okay. Really.
However, he was not okay.
He was not okay with many things.
He was not okay with Alysia's 'ascension'. He was not okay with how Chryrie now lived at Dark Lake Manor with It. He was not okay with how Rebekah stole his violin. He was definitely not okay with her stealing his earring.
He was not okay with what was going on between Fio and himself. He was not okay with how they stopped talking to each other. How they didn't really see each other anymore. How even her very touch seemed to burn upon his skin that evening.
He was not okay with what the reports revealed about Ali. He was not okay with Ali on many levels. He was not okay with Ali's very existence. He was not okay with the death of Alain's operative who was investigating Ali for him.
He was not okay with the Bloods having healed Howe. He was not okay with how the bastard was back, strutting around like the cat that ate the canary. How he hasn't been able to see Belial or Lankyn about it.
He was not okay with how Veighn interceded, then strolled onto the grounds of the Blood House Onyx like he owned the place. He was not okay with the Black Wizard's attention to the Priestess. How he could not raise even a finger against the bastard devil kin.
He was not okay with how those cursed books never left Rekah's person. He was not okay with how they controlled her. How she was bound to their very whims.
He was not okay with how Lirssa collected clothes from the lost and found. How she takes off the moment someone even so much as raise a brow to what was going on with her.
He was not okay with...
I'm still a little confused about the burning monkeys. But we can speak about that more later. I have a few questions about your time in prison, if that's okay with you.
Yes, okay.
Another page was perused, this one scribbled with a 'Thank You' from Tara on it, and turned over as the names....George, Frank, Marrakech....and the details....twelve, duel, swords, two, desert, tent...of Tara's incarceration and the aftermath replayed over and over again in Lucien's memory.
You're drinking too much these days, Fio observed that evening.
Perhaps
Why?
Lucien sat and read over another page then turned the it over onto another stack.
He was not okay.
The occasional sound of a page turning interrupted the silence that blanketed the room. The Barrister sat alone in his office, surrounded by the stacks of papers that Tara had left him a few nights earlier. Each page listed the charges that were being levied against the pint-sized redheaded vampire. Each page detailed the witness accounts of her transgressions. Lucien sat and read over each page then turned the page over onto another stack. He read over each page, but saw nothing of what was written on it.
How are you doing tonight, Tara?
I am very well, Lucky Daddy. You?
I'm okay.
You do not sound okay?
I'm okay. Really.
However, he was not okay.
He was not okay with many things.
He was not okay with Alysia's 'ascension'. He was not okay with how Chryrie now lived at Dark Lake Manor with It. He was not okay with how Rebekah stole his violin. He was definitely not okay with her stealing his earring.
He was not okay with what was going on between Fio and himself. He was not okay with how they stopped talking to each other. How they didn't really see each other anymore. How even her very touch seemed to burn upon his skin that evening.
He was not okay with what the reports revealed about Ali. He was not okay with Ali on many levels. He was not okay with Ali's very existence. He was not okay with the death of Alain's operative who was investigating Ali for him.
He was not okay with the Bloods having healed Howe. He was not okay with how the bastard was back, strutting around like the cat that ate the canary. How he hasn't been able to see Belial or Lankyn about it.
He was not okay with how Veighn interceded, then strolled onto the grounds of the Blood House Onyx like he owned the place. He was not okay with the Black Wizard's attention to the Priestess. How he could not raise even a finger against the bastard devil kin.
He was not okay with how those cursed books never left Rekah's person. He was not okay with how they controlled her. How she was bound to their very whims.
He was not okay with how Lirssa collected clothes from the lost and found. How she takes off the moment someone even so much as raise a brow to what was going on with her.
He was not okay with...
I'm still a little confused about the burning monkeys. But we can speak about that more later. I have a few questions about your time in prison, if that's okay with you.
Yes, okay.
Another page was perused, this one scribbled with a 'Thank You' from Tara on it, and turned over as the names....George, Frank, Marrakech....and the details....twelve, duel, swords, two, desert, tent...of Tara's incarceration and the aftermath replayed over and over again in Lucien's memory.
You're drinking too much these days, Fio observed that evening.
Perhaps
Why?
Lucien sat and read over another page then turned the it over onto another stack.
He was not okay.