Tom-tom's Creed (The Tom-tom Files) (Volume 10)

Tom: ?Sire,? my psycho addressed me firmly. I walked past him, ignoring his protest, and continued down the corridor. ?Enhance your calm,? he chided, following closely after me. ?Calm? What is Calm? Can I smash it?!? I demanded, stomping down the stairs of my entry hall where Lewis and Heather had just entered. Lewis turned as I approached him. PUNCH! He turned his head to the side at the blow. ?Ow,? he replied simply, wiping a little blood from the corner of his mouth. I glared, breathing heavily, not entirely set on my plans for him ? death by strangling or death by sword. I frowned, turning my attention to the figure commuting itself through the door. I narrowed my eyes irritably, recognizing it as James - my scout whom I'd sent to find Lewis and Heather in the first place. ?Well?? I demanded. ?Nothing, Sire,? he replied. I returned my gaze to Lewis and Heather blandly, then back to the scout. ?Nothing . . .,? I muttered, rubbing my forehead irritably, ?Not one thing. Jeremy,? I addressed him, dropping my hand to my side, ?May I introduce you to Lady Heather, my cousin, and Sir Lewis, King Fu Young's early captain of the guard.? I indicated to them respectively. Lewis frowned quizzically at the title. ?Early?? James questioned cluelessly. ?AGH!? I grunted furiously, my ears flaming red, ?I'm about to kill him!? I yelled informatively. James still frowned in utter confusion. I audibly groaned in mad frustration. ?From whence point hence-forth he shall be Fu Young's late captain of the guard! Take Lady Heather to her chambers!? Lewis: ?Tom!? Heather shouted, James escorting her out of the room despite her protest. I raised an eyebrow at Thomas as he returned his attention to me, his hands balled into fists. I grinned coyly. ?You wanna' take this outside?? I asked. He scowled, gritting his teeth. ?I hate you,? he informed me. ?I know,? I replied, ?I hate you, too,? I added, then raised my eyebrows toward him, ?But I'm going to marry her.?