Loyalty, Part Fifty-One*

{Melisa}

Melisa walked from the palace to the Summer household. The hour or two that it took was barely noticeable to Melisa, with her head busy pondering the coming attack. 

[I guess it's time to start discussing a plan, though I don't expect those guys to give us much trouble at all. Knowing Isabella, she'll probably suggest we just fuck the terrorists into submission,] she thought, reaching for the Summer house's front door.

It was unlocked.

[Okay, either we're being robbed by the world's most considerate thieves, or...]

The sounds coming from upstairs answered that question before she could finish the thought. Very familiar sounds. The kind of sounds that usually meant Isabella had found a new way to traumatize the furniture.

[At least someone's having a productive morning,] Melisa thought, following the symphony of moans and creaking wood up the stairs.