Relic Chapter

Hi. I'm introducing a chapter from my second book on non-consensual infidelity. I'll be back soon. Hope you like it:Christmas of the year one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine was being very significant for everyone. It wasn't just the entrance to a new century but also to a new millennium, and everyone had the impression of living on a very transcendental date. Some people took that fact to unheard-of limits. People were constantly talking about a possible catastrophe in all electronic devices, there were fanatics assuring the arrival of aliens, others more radical insisted that the apocalypse was approaching. Isabel didn't believe any of those rumors. For her it would be another happy year in her happy life.

-Laura, go and open for Conchi -Isabel said to her daughter as she saw her pass through the window towards the entrance.

The nine-year-old girl was a miniature clone of her mother. She had slightly lighter hair, until it got confused with blonde, but it was just as smooth and silky. Her eyes were identical to Isabel's, just like the long eyelashes that adorned them, and her mouth, although covered with appliances to correct the position of her teeth, was capable of expressing a wide smile that stretched from one end of her face to the other.

Laura, like any child of her age, ran full speed towards the entrance door, testing the resistance of the pink pajama fabric when it got caught in a corner of one of the furniture pieces. She didn't even notice what was happening and finally opened the door quickly.

-Conchi! - Laura exclaimed with affection to the neighbor she treated like family.

The plump old woman wore a hat for the cold and warm clothing, and smiled at the happy girl. However, when she looked up and saw Isabel, her surprise was even greater. Isabel was wearing a very tight red dress of the panel type, without sleeves, with a design of buttons under an opening at knee height that left her entire left leg exposed. Her hair

Clear brown hair fell only on the opposite side of the opening of the dress, and a very fine gold pendant with a matching bracelet, plus the wedding ring, were the only jewels that adorned the elegant woman. Isabel Martín, at thirty-two years old, was really beautiful. Her Greek-type straight nose and large mouth of tonal style transmitted an impression of a symmetrical beautiful face. Her hazel eyes and long eyelashes finished giving her a nearly sculptural face. Something she was becoming more aware of, so she usually dressed and made up in a more professional way.

You're gorgeous, Isa, Conchi flattered her, who rarely saw her so well-dressed. I hope you don't have the cold.

Isabel negated with her head to her last affirmation before responding with words.

Thank you very much, and thank you also for staying this night, she said as a greeting.

No need to, you know I love spending time with Laura. Especially on Christmas.

Isabel smiled sadly in her eyes. She knew very well that Conchi was without family and if she didn't invite her on those dates, she would spend all Christmases alone at home, and that seemed very sad to her.

You don't have to take care of her. The food is already prepared on the table and she knows very well when to go to bed, but I prefer there to be an adult at home in case anything happens.

I know, dear. Don't worry about anything.

Just then José appeared in the room dressed in a suit and tie. He had decided to wear a black suit instead of the light blue one he had initially chosen, since Isabel had asked him to use a color that would highlight her dress. The tie and handkerchief were red just to emphasize it.

José was a man with short and dark hair, had a prominent nose and chin, and was well-shaven. Physically, he wouldn't stand out anywhere, but he wasn't fat, kept all his hair, and was considerably... tall with his 80 inches of stature. -Conchi, what joy to see you -said the smiling man -. Thanks for taking care of Laura at these hours. -There's no need to thank me. You go out and have fun, you're still young. -Isabel thanked her neighbor with a pleasant nod and looked at her husband next. -Are you ready? -Yes -he said with energy to pretend to leave next. -Isabel bid farewell to her daughter giving her a kiss on the forehead, gave her hand to her husband and left with him outside the house. Both got into their low-end family utility car. A car that José had bought about six years ago and which Isabel did not like at all. José had convinced her that in Madrid small cars were more useful due to traffic and the expensive gasoline, but the truth is that with his salary he could have afforded a better car. -This dress is going to get ruined in this dump –she said already inside. -The car is clean as a whistle, love-he replied. Isabel sighed with bitterness as a response. José knew her well and knew that her complaint was more motivated by nerves than the car's comfort itself -. Are you nervous? Most of them are the same ones you met. -That's why I'm nervous. It's been many years since I've seen them, and less in this kind of dinner. -I know. -Sánchez has always been stingy, why did he decide to have a company dinner this year? -When you see him call him Patricio, you know he doesn't like Sánchez-he reminded José to answer the question later -. He says it's a special date because it's the end of the millennium, but in reality, the restaurant where we're going to eat is a new client who has invested a lot in the company, and Patricio wants to impress him by having dinner there-specified shrugging -. Besides, with what he'll save not giving us the typical Christmas basket at the end, he's sure to come out ahead. -To many I haven't seen them since I left ten years ago –Isabel insisted more to herself than her husband.
-They're still just as ugly and stupid. Don't worry, they'll drool all over themselves when they see you. You're really beautiful -she teased him romantically.
Isabel looked full of love at her husband and smiled affectionately at him. She touched the hand he had on the steering wheel with the tips of her fingers in a delicate way, then placed her hand on his thigh with tenderness. Isabel thought about how full she had felt over the past ten years alongside José and thanked God for giving her a man like him. The birth of Laura had been a balm that poured consolation into the forgiveness of herself. She had managed to rediscover herself through her daughter and be able to look at her husband's face again without feeling shame. She loved every eyelash, every mole, and every wrinkle on José's face. Finally, Isabel looked ahead, trying to prevent tears of affection from ruining her makeup. She almost had to close her eyes the whole way to achieve it.
-We've arrived -declared José once he saw the parking lot of the restaurant.
The company had reserved most of the restaurant, so if there was barely any space for parking, it was because most people had already arrived.
Once out of the vehicle, the cold hit them hard, but Isabel didn't protest. She wanted to show off her dress and to warm up quickly left the utility behind. José understood that Isabel really felt ashamed of the car and promised himself that when it was time to renew it, he would look for one in the medium or high range.
-I'm a bit nervous -she confessed finally.
-You shouldn't be. You're really imposing with that dress. You should feel very secure.
Curiously, these words served as a prelude to what happened when they entered the restaurant. All those present, many of Isabel's old work colleagues, were taken aback by her presence when she They saw her. She wasn't the type to give much importance to appearance, but she did feel that her presence imposed a certain admiration on others. This made Isabel change her mood and suddenly feel more secure than ever.

Inside, the cocktail party had already started, and most of the tables and chairs in the enormous hall had been removed. Hanging from the ceiling were planters with long green leaves, and exquisite lamps with wooden and golden colors that harmonized perfectly with the vegetation. Thick columns and fine walls covered in canary-colored granite finished giving the restaurant a sense of modernity that went well with what came before. Waiters were serving canapés and cold drinks. And different groups of people gathered in circles according to affinity. Patricio was the first to welcome them.

-José, Isabel. How happy I am to see you here!-he manifested with open arms.

Patricio Sánchez was a robust man who tried to compensate for his complete baldness with a dark beard. Twice divorced and father of three children, he was around fifty years old and wore a dark brand-name suit that cost at least six times more than Isabel's dress.

-Thanks for the invitation, Patricio,-gratitude José.

-Not at all, colleague. How could I organize a company dinner without my employees?-he questioned in an ironic tone.

-Es true,-assembled José.

Isabel, with very few reasons to pretend appreciation for her former boss, gave both of them her back after excusing herself with a nod and searched for Mercedes, with whom she shared more affective bonds while working at Patricio's advertising and marketing company. She saw her talking to María, another worker who was in the same stage as her at the company, but with whom she didn't have much of a relationship.

-Isa?-asked Mercedes happily.-How long it has been!-

Isabel sketched out her most sincere smile. I remember her. She was a woman ten years older than me, with curly and blonde hair, and barely reaching five feet nine inches tall. María, on the other hand, had become very fat and had cut her hair as short as a man's. We never got along too well because she was always very sharp-tongued. Probably because we were both candidates for the same promotion at the time.

- I'm glad to see you girls.

- You're impressive -Mercedes flattered-. Marriage suits you well. I see that being a mother didn't ruin your figure in the slightest.

- Completely -María agreed-

- I had her when I was quite young -. She indicated -. With a bit of exercise and diet, I recovered my weight in no time.

- You look even better than when you worked here -Mercedes said after a spontaneous laugh.

- And what about you? José told me that you could get married soon too.

- More or less, more or less -she said happily-. My boyfriend and I have been together for a couple of years now and everything is going very well.

- How's the little one doing? -María wanted to know, feeling a bit out of place in the conversation.

- She's a fantastic girl. She's already quite tall. They grow up at lightning speed.

- What age does she have now? -Mercedes asked.

- Nine years old. She's already in third grade -she answered.

- And don't you plan on giving her a little brother?

Isabel couldn't help but smile with excitement, showing that the idea pleased her greatly.

- I had a difficult delivery and raising Laura during her early years was a great stress. But José and I have been trying for two years now.

- Two years? -Mercedes questioned.

- Yes -she confirmed uncomfortably-. We've just taken some tests recently and we're waiting for the results. But we're not worried. When it has to be, it will be.

At that moment, Isabel felt a hand on her back and turned around like a spring. To her surprise, it wasn't José, but Juan. The manipulative colleague of hers. her husband who tried to annoy her at first in their relationship. Finally, he became obsessed and she lived quite unpleasant moments with him.

Despite Juan having the typical English gentleman look, blond, tall, thin, and well-shaven, he was cunning, envious, and flattering. Isabel couldn't find him more horrible. She moved away from him with the excuse of integrating Juan into the conversation, but mostly to get rid of his hand on her back.

-I didn't want to interrupt you, Juan apologized before adding, I just wanted to greet you, Isa. I've seen you enter and it's like seeing a red Ferrari in a used car dealership -he piropped clumsily alluding to the red dress.

The comment made both Mercedes and María feel addressed, so they both made a face of disgust. Juan tried to correct himself when he realized it, but Isabel wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

-Have you compared me to a used car? she inquired with dryness.

-No, of course not. I just wanted to tell you that you look beautiful. José doesn't know how lucky he is to have you.

-Well, yes, he does. He knows how to value a woman more than probably you will ever learn.

Juan shrugged uncomfortably, taken aback by Isabel's sharp comments.

-There's no need to get upset like this, woman.

Isabel arched her head in disgust, as if she had felt a slap on the back of her neck, considering it a derogatory comment due to his way of pronouncing the word woman.

-Hey, can you please leave us alone? she asked, but Mercedes and María nodded in agreement. Juan, however, seemed offended.

-With all the time that has passed since we last saw each other. I thought we got along.

Isabel stayed silent for a few seconds, waiting for him to leave after his comment, but he didn't.

-But... aren't you leaving?

-If it bothered you so much about... commentary of the Ferrari I'm sorry -he apologized something altered.

-We're not objects that can be bought, Juan. I see you haven't changed anything -he said in a mocking tone before turning his back and returning to circle around them three. Mercedes and Maria laughed at the comment. But it didn't make Juan laugh.

-Oye, I've apologized with sincerity -he began saying, embarrassed, while grabbing her arm without roughness to get her attention.

-Isabel, who didn't turn around despite the last apologies, felt a sudden feeling of disgust at the contact that didn't subside, and turned suddenly, pushing his hand away violently.

-Want you to leave me alone! -she exclaimed loudly, calling everyone's attention at the cocktail party.

-Everyone looked up, and Juan seemed extremely uncomfortable. He was seen pressing his jaw in impotence.

-If you're so bitter that...

-Want you to leave already! -she insisted, interrupting him before he finished.

-Juan's cheeks turned red. The guests were whispering, and some even laughed at him openly, while almost no one felt sorry for him. It was clear that he didn't get along well in the company. Juan finally left, completely humiliated, while defining Isabel with a coarse bad screwed that nobody heard because he said it so low. José looked at his wife from afar, but she nodded to reassure him and immediately continued talking to several of his work colleagues.

-Isabel resumed her conversation with her two old friends, but to her surprise, it didn't take more than a minute for masculine hands to touch her arm again. She turned around with an unfriendly face and could see that this time it was Patricio. She alternated her offended gaze between his hand and eyes until he caught the hint and removed it.

-Are you okay? -he asked.

-Sí -was the brief response of Isabel.

-Forgive Juan. He has no minimal tact with women. Well, what can I tell you that you already don't know? You worked with him for a few years.

-No worry, Patricio. I'll take care of myself -she said still in a reproachful tone, but immediately controlled herself. She didn't want to harm her husband with any unpleasant comment against his boss -. Thanks for inviting me to dinner. It's a pleasure to see my old colleagues.

-Sí, thanks for the invitation Patricio -said Mercedes in turn, followed by María with a similar comment.

-Of course I had to invite you! With this meal I want to thank everyone for their performance at the company. Even you Isabel. Although you may not believe it, you're a true inspiration to your husband, and I know that a good part of his productivity is due to your excellent work as a wife.

Isabel breathed deeply, feeling a bit tired. That night she was a little out of sorts, and all the comments were starting to seem despicable.

-Behind every good man there's a great woman -she said in a slow tone, without any emotion.

-That's very true, although I'd prefer you to be with us at the company –he confessed -. We've missed you all these years and always will keep your position if you decide to come back.

-I appreciate the offer, Patricio. But right now I have other priorities on my mind.

-José arrived just then and greeted Mercedes and María. Isabel took advantage of the moment to put her arm between that of her husband and joined him so closely that anyone could think they were conjoined twins. Patricio shrugged his shoulders and finally said loudly that he was giving up on the cocktail party and starting dinner at the tables.

-Well. Make sure you order what you want, without thinking about the cost -he offered with his perfect smile -. So you can say I don't care about my workers.

-I'd rather not have a dinner than make him work so many extra hours, without paying, my husband -Isabel snapped at José in an ironic tone, unable to restrain herself.

-¡Isa! -exclaimed José, embarrassed.

-No, José. Don't tell your wife to be quiet -Patricio contradicted him in a diplomatic tone-. Do you feel pressured to work extra hours?

-Certainly not, Patricio. Isa was just joking.

-Patricio laughed excessively, supporting that idea, and no one else contributed anything more to the uncomfortable situation.

-José gave his wife a squeeze on the arm as a sign of protest, and Isabel gave him a sweet kiss on the shoulder before resting her head.

-The dinner continued without incidents. Isabel wanted to mention her ex-boss's offer and ask for the most expensive dishes from the menu, but it was cut off and only contained some specially selected menus for the event, none of which were especially expensive. For some reason, Isabel wasn't surprised at all. She spent a good part of the meal talking with Mercedes and other former colleagues from her time at the company.

-José also felt much more comfortable than usual because his wife was becoming the center of attention in his section of the table. She was radiant, and everyone looked at her intently when she spoke, and they always had nice words for him whenever she did. Isabel's flattery and interventions became more frequent as the wine glasses beside her filled up. Even at certain moments of intimacy, Isabel detailed to her husband the run-in she had with Juan and made fun of his humiliated face. José couldn't help but laugh a good while with all the discretion he could.

-The numerous wine glasses eventually took their toll on Isabel, and she felt the need to urinate. After apologizing, she went off in the direction of the ladies' bathroom with a stumbling gait, as if she were on a cargo ship, and had to lean against the wall at the end to avoid falling.

-Isabel entered the women's bathroom and looked for the first compartment she saw at her right hand. She looked inside and, although she was not scrupulous, saw a bloody tampon half-way out of the trash can and a piece of toilet paper on top. This gave her a feeling of disgust that made her look in the next cubicle. What was her surprise when she discovered that the previous one was a cleaning pit compared to this one. The feces could be seen stuck to the inner surface of the bowl in a fehaciente way, and it seemed not to be recent. Isabel cursed the restaurant's cleaning service before trying her luck in the next compartment. She had no choice this time. A strong arm wrapped around her waist and led her inside with brusqueness. Before Isabel could turn around, the same hand lifted her dress, showing her delicate ass covered only by a red lace thong matching her dress. She turned furious and saw Patricio in front of her with a silly smile.

-What the hell are you doing?

Patricio, in response, grabbed her ass with his hands and pulled her towards his own pubis. Isabel felt the erect penis of the perverted man.

-What do you think? -he said in a lascivious tone.

Isabel furrowed her brow and looked at him fixedly before answering.

-You said it would be just once -she whispered, loaded with anger, seeking to be both forceful and discreet.

-Especially since I didn't contradict you -he reminded her.

-We're in a restaurant and my husband is out there! What the hell are you trying to do? -she said, red with fury.

Just then, the door opened and high heels entered the bathroom with firm steps. The tense silence could be felt in the atmosphere, which was interrupted by the sound of water from one of the faucets. Patricio brought his face close to Isabel's.

-If you prefer to leave our agreement behind, I'll think it's fine -he whispered -. This seems like a good moment to go if you want. You're not obligated to anything.

The steps of Heels evidenced that the woman had left and exited the bathroom, leaving the couple alone once again. -You'll be the son of a slut - she said finally. -Is that a yes? Isabel didn't respond, simply lowering the toilet seat and sitting down with a bad face. She unbuttoned Patricio's pants, pulled out his thick, very dark brown penis, which was already completely erect, and put it in her mouth without hesitation. Helped by her intoxication, Isabel started to suck with avidity for Patricio to ejaculate as soon as possible. She didn't breathe at all for almost a minute and for an instant seemed like the strategy would work, but he didn't come. Instead, Patricio extended his hand and grabbed one of her breasts. He squeezed it more and more as she licked the entire penis and head. Isabel took her mouth off and looked at Patricio's penis more attentively while making him masturbate with her hand. Either due to too much alcohol or the friction from her hand, Patricio's cock seemed to multiply its size by moments. She recognized within herself that she liked what she was seeing, and a little thread of saliva slid down her lips. But another part of her felt an imperative need to squeeze his testicles with her hands until they burst right there. She restrained herself, but with a strong renewed feeling of rage, she went back to putting the cock in her mouth and licked it with avidity, moving her teeth deliberately to annoy and hurt. Instead of annoying her ex-boss, this seemed to please him even more, and Patricio muffled his moan. Until he was forced to stop the fellatio or come before he liked. When Isabel realized this, she tried to put the penis back in her mouth, but he lifted her first by the armpits and then by the thighs until her crotch was at the height of his mouth. Isabel pierced the walls of the compartment Up there and could see the whole bathroom from above. Her legs trembled with nervousness and the urge to urinate made her want to at it again.

-What are you doing?-she whispered to him.-If someone comes in, I'll be seen immediately.

Patricio didn't answer, instead he started eating her pussy with her thongs still on, so his tongue moistened vulva and fabric equally. The part of the thong that covered her vagina was so far away that it seemed to have disappeared. Patricio began to put his tongue without obstacles while continuing to load her up with weight with the help of the wall's support for several minutes already.

Isabel remained impressed by the man's strength and recognized within herself that she had never been eaten out like this before, so exposed and in the air. The woman from Toledo tried to control her urge to urinate, which was adding an additional pleasure on the other hand. The sensation of being able to fall or be discovered at any moment made a pleasurable shiver run through her body that forced her to close her eyes while her vagina became excessively moist.

Then the steps of a person were heard just behind the door and Isabel reacted like a spring, slapping Patricio on the back several times, each one more insistently than the previous. Her ex-boss caught the signal immediately, but although he could lower her before the new person entering saw her, he couldn't do it silently. In fact, Patricio ended up with his face pressed against the toilet bowl with both of her buttocks on his nape. The person who entered the bathroom was alarmed by the noise.

-Hello? Are you okay?-said a female voice that Isabel identified as María's.

At first she thought not to answer, but then thought it would be worse.

-Yes, María. I'm fine.

-And what was that noise?

-NOTHING, I slipped-I said uncomfortably.-These damn shoes.

Yes, don't worry. María, more calmly entered the closest compartment and exclaimed immediately with a grimace of disgust. - But who was it?! - Yes - said Isabel in a nervous tone -. I also saw it. People are very dirty. Patricio began to caress Isabel's ass and she pulled her hand away alarmed that he would dare to do something with someone else in the bathroom. Immediately, María opened the door of the adjacent cubicle and soon after, the sound of urine pouring out was heard. At that moment, Patricio put his fingers into Isabel's vagina, taking advantage of the muffled sound. Although the stream of urine lasted very little time, Isabel pushed Patricio's fingers away with more force. He insisted again and she didn't stop him this time. - Well - said María in a farewell manner -. Hurry up, they're about to serve dessert. - I'm coming right now. As soon as the door was closed, Patricio took off his thong and completely removed it. Isabel, who wanted to get it over with quickly, didn't put up any resistance. On the contrary, she opened her legs while lifting her skirt high and resting her remaining hand on the wall of the compartment. Her pussy was completely exposed. It was shaved and had a pinkish tone next to moist vaginal fluids. The vagina opened and closed as if it were excited, and her smooth and perfect ass only added to Patricio's passion. He couldn't help but put his penis inside the lubricated vagina and began to penetrate her. The man took off the thong he had removed from Isabel and smelled it with enthusiasm. When Sánchez slowed down a bit, the Toledan woman moved her hips to stimulate him, not just because of the rush, but also because she felt she was about to reach orgasm. Once again, the door opened, and this time it was Mercedes' voice that spoke directly asking for her. - Isabel? Are you okay? A knot in my throat, but he immediately answered. -Yes, perfectly. -It's just that María told me you were still in the bathroom, and since you left a while ago... -Yes. It's just that I have constipation problems, but I'll be out soon. Don't worry. Patricio continued to put his penis at a slower pace. Isabel tried to stop him with her hand, without much success. -Don't you need anything? -No -he said after a moan he couldn't help but feel as his ex-employee's penis penetrated him until the end -. I just need a little intimacy and I'll be fine -he finished asking, while trying to hide the previous moan with more logical ones. -Okay. Then I'll be calmer. Just let me know if you need anything. Mercedes left the bathroom, and after a few moments of discretion, the penetrations became stronger than ever. Patricio held her by the shoulders and lifted her up, placing her back straight and moving his face to one side, in front of hers, without her having to turn around. Their breaths hit their respective faces, and then Patricio ate her mouth. Isabel's tongue was ambushed and destroyed with avidity. She felt like all her jaw was being forced by Patricio's enormous tongue and the minutes passed quickly without his member ever leaving her from behind. Isabel began to feel like she was already coming. That firm and growing tingling that made her tremble every muscle in her body, but then, without warning, Patricio withdrew his penis and came on her buttocks. She looked back at herself, full of semen. It was running down her buttocks, hot and viscous, but she felt very unsatisfied because it had ended just then. Patricio, out of breath, bent down to put on his pants, but Isabel took advantage of the position to push him onto the toilet seat, intending to sit on his erect penis. Just as he was about to mount On top of it she fixed her gaze on the head of her ex-boss's member and saw a semen clot like a hat, as well as tongues of lust running along his fallo.

- Wait a moment -she said, retreating just when she was about to get on top. She knew she couldn't risk it without a condom.

Isabel got down on her knees and put Patricio's penis back in her mouth again. She sucked with awareness, sucking up all the semen. It stuck to her teeth and tasted like expired yogurt, but in her state of excitement she enjoyed it as if it were caramel syrup. In just a few seconds she left him completely clean and then climbed on top of him.

Isabel began riding without any care or concern for Patricio's situation. She started moving her hips faster and closed her eyes when she felt that wave of pleasure running through her body again. Her mind was spinning from the alcohol and the urge to urinate was exerting pressure on her pubis, enriching the coitus. Patricio's face was expressionless, and sometimes he made a grimace of pain, but it didn't last long. Isabel felt her pussy burning until a deep orgasm took away all her energy at once. She came for several seconds and after lifting up her dress, she started peeing on Patricio's cock while it was still inside her. His pubis and testicles got soaked with urine, and his nice pants and shoes were next. The Toledan had been moaning the whole time and after finishing her pee, she fell silent abruptly. Only then did she become aware of the noise she had made with her final moans and the pressure on the toilet seat. She stayed silent for a few moments to make sure they were alone in the bathroom, and only then got up.

- Are we at peace now? -she gasped, looking fixedly at Patricio who showed no expression, which enraged Isabel -.I've told you...

-I've peed on you. arm to grab her thong, which Patricio was holding tightly in his hand, but he refused it. -I'll keep it as a memento. Isabel puffed out discontentedly, but didn't want to force a discussion with him. She put on the dress as she left the compartment and tied the buttons that had come undone. She looked at herself in the mirror, which seemed to be trembling from the drunkenness, and rearranged her hair and makeup on her face. When Isabel came out of the bathroom, a Mercedes with a look of surprise stared at her fixedly. The Toledo woman held her gaze for a second with the same sense of alarm as she did, and immediately turned away and covered her face, embarrassed. It was clear that she had heard it. With her hand still on her face and already very close to reaching her seat next to a worried José, she felt her own breath and perceived the strong smell of semen. She saw the tiramisu dessert that was still in its place intact and, before mediating a word or giving explanations to her husband for the delay, sat down and devoured the sweet, making sure to lick it all over her mouth with her tongue. She was grateful that the tiramisu had come with raspberries.The Relic is the second book of the already completed trilogy composed by The Four Elders, The Relic, and The Home of Gods. You can find all three on Amazon, and this one specifically athttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B75H83Q7