The next part of the saga! Poor Ben is starting to beat himself up for not getting professional help, but challenges Sylvie to test the accuracy of the wild claims coming across his desk. Will she surprise him or not?<br /><br /><br /><br />Next:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="663117221" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-21-Tenebrae-Cultor-663117221" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 21 Tenebrae Cultor</strong>Sylvie strode towards the gun range with a spring in her step. She knew she was grinning like a raccoon in fast food restaurant garbage cans, but she just couldn&#8217;t seem to stop. Today she&#8217;d be getting a pair of brand new colt pistols from Barnaby, and she couldn&#8217;t wait.<br />She walked over to the range and found the place packed to the rafters with people; everyone had come to see her try out the pistols; she could see her swim team, her friends from high school, townsfolk, and strangers by the busload. Alfred hadn&#8217;t been kidding about the interest ever since the story broke that Colt had signed an endorsement with her.<br />She blinked in surprise, having caught a glimpse of bedraggled blonde hair. Of all the people she expected to see at the range, Sara was the last.<br /><em>Wonder what she&#8217;s up to?</em> She followed the girl with her eyes as she found a seat halfway up the stands, hunching behind a happily chatting family as if trying to disappear.<br />Sylvie found the</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Prev:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="659748419" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-19-The-Calm-Before-The-Storm-659748419" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 19 The Calm Before The Storm</strong>CHAPTER NINETEEN<br />The Calm Before The Storm<br />Sylvie waved good-bye to Alfred as she left the range to walk home. Her lessons hadn't been too bad today, and she left them feeling actually cheerful.<br />It still amazed her how willing many people were to pay for an hour's lesson. She's stopped the ridiculous bidding wars that had sparked her first few lessons, and instead concentrated on a single flat rate of a hundred dollars an hour. She knew that still wasn't very reasonable of her, but she didn't dare lower it further, for fear of being overwhelmed. Already she had a two-month waiting list, and no sign of slowing.<br />The lessons themselves weren't bad at all. She reserved the right to cancel the lesson at any time for any reason, which she made clear in the sign-up sheets, and she wouldn't do repeat lessons until after everyone had cycled through. She felt that only fair, as she worried that some rich kid would try to monopolize her time from everyone else.<br />Occasionally, she would wow the cro</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>