The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 493) I Respect Him

The men look over the roof of the car at each other, step back from the vehicle, and stay quietly in their position until Marcus slowly begins the drive up the gravel road. Destry and Marcus look at each other almost in shock, then both smile and begin to laugh as they realize everything is working out perfectly.

“I was so scared there for a moment!” Laughs Destry. “I can’t believe this, Marcus. It’s like a dream come true!” She grabs his hand and gives him a kiss.

“I think we are going to have to ask Crispin to the wedding.” Marcus says happily. “He really set things straight and I respect him for it.” He looks at her for a few seconds then kisses her again. “I love you, Destry.”

“I love you, Marcus.” She replies.

As they pull up to the main house it looks quiet and practically deserted. Marcus shuts the car off and they sit there looking toward the front door in silence. Just as they begin to exit the car, the door of the house opens wide as Severo, followed by all fifty employees, walk out and swarm the vehicle.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 492) Your Ownership

Tired from their long flight and drive from Madrid, Marcus and Destry have finally made it to the vineyard. As they turn off the main road onto the gravel drive, two men approach the car forcing them to stop. With one on each side of the vehicle, Destry looks at Marcus and they both fear the worst. Has this all been an evil ploy?

“Hello?” Questions Marcus, almost sarcastically, as he rolls his window down only a crack.

“Ms. Boucher?” says the man without acknowledging Marcus. He bends down to look into the window of the car.

“Yes?” Destry replies as she looks up at him.

“We are here on behalf of Duff Industries to present you with all legal documents of your ownership to this property. Along with your official items, Mr. Duff has paid any fees and fines that this transaction entailed.” The man says without hesitation. He holds a thick file out in front of him prompting Marcus to roll his window down all the way. Destry looks at Marcus for a moment then reaches out, slowly taking the file.

“Thank you,” she says softly.

“Also, Mr. Duff asked that we meet with Severo and the entire staff here at your vineyard. They are aware of this matter and all are waiting for you and Mr. Olwen at the main house. Kind regards to you, Ma’am.” The man says to Lyla as he shakes her hand. He then looks at Marcus and says, “Sir,” then with a nod continues with, “Good day to you both.”

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 491) Interlocks

Crispin reaches out and in a weak manner pulls Lyla to him. They lie there together in each other’s arms and she finds herself counting the seconds between his breaths. As she watches his face, she looks for any change in expression that may indicate if he is feeling any relief. With her left hand, she interlocks her fingers with his and several minutes later he relaxes once again into a deep sleep.

For three more hours, there are many lulls and outburst as a line of storms push through the area until weakening into light rain showers. Lyla stays at Crispin’s side and still does not sleep as she continues her loving vigil over him. However, as dawn approaches and he relaxes, she is no longer able to keep her eyes open.

With one last glance at the window, she sees a thin line of sunlight streaming through the crack in the curtains. With her hand still holding Crispin’s, she looks at him, then lays her head on the stack of pillows beside him. After only a couple of minutes, she drifts off to sleep. Gently and without knowing it, she tenderly pulls herself as close to him as possible looping her leg over his as she listens to his cadenced heartbeat.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 490) Under Distress

As Lyla glances up, she feels Crispin’s body twitch and he frowns as if in pain. She scoots up in bed so she can be ready if he needs her. Sitting there, she puts her hand on his forehead. He is hot to the touch and sweating, yet shaking as if he is freezing. It is obvious he has a high fever. Quickly crawling out of bed, she runs to the bathroom where she wets a clean wash cloth with cool water. All the while, she wishes she could contact a doctor or someone who knows what he needs in order to beat this. Yet, she understands Crispin’s hesitation for assistance due to his mystical abilities.

Thunder pounds loudly and the ground shakes as she comes back into the room. Crispin is breathing heavy as if under distress and Lyla quickly climbs back into bed. Sitting on her knees, she folds the cloth placing it on his forehead and he pulls back as if it burns.

“I’m so sorry.” She says as she cups his face in her hand, Crispin immediately opens his eyes and she notices they are his natural color. He stares at her for several seconds without changing his facial expression or saying a word. Does he not recognize her? Still holding his face in her hand, Lyla leans in close and looks deep into his eyes. Trying not to blink she says over and over again in her mind, I love you, I love you, I love you.

“Crispin.” She whispers as she holds her stare.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 489) The Anguish

Several minutes later Smokey jumps up on the bed and nuzzles in between Lyla and Crispin’s feet. Lyla continues her sentinel over Crispin as she thinks of the events that have drawn them together. She even reflects on the way things were back when they first met months ago.

She remembers being heartbroken when she thought he was simply using her, for she had already fallen for him. In reality, everything that happened months ago was due to misunderstandings, miscommunication, Quinn’s twisted control and Crispin’s patience wearing thin. Now, recognizing all of this, she wants him to fight even harder to recover.

In witnessing firsthand the anguish he suffers for others, she now realizes how difficult Crispin’s life must be. Even Marnie, he took her pain as she was dying even after he realized what she had done. If anyone were less deserving of such sympathy, it would be her.

Because of Marnie’s deranged attack and overdose of medications, he is enduring far more distress than he should. She fears he may not pull through and worries that this episode might damage him or worse yet, kill him.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 488) Without Him

With an almost nonexistent touch, Lyla runs her fingers along Crispin’s cheek, around his ear, and across his forehead. She continues with this slow delicate and soothing pattern hopeful he finds it to be relaxing. Without opening his eyes, his expression once again looks as if he is trying to smile. Thinking of Crispin, warmth comes over Lyla making her feel light and happy unlike anything she has ever felt before. She has learned so much about him in such a short amount of time, but she feels almost as if they are old friends picking up where they left off.

“Crispin you must recover,” she thinks to herself, “His face is what I see when I close my eyes, and I cannot imagine life without him.”

“I love you.” Lyla says in a soft whisper as she kisses him gently on the forehead.

She lays her head on the pillow next to his and moves closer to him. Very gently she rests her left hand on his chest where she can feel every breath he takes. Watching him intently, thunder crashes down again but she does not have any worry for the storm, Crispin is her only concern and he has all of her attention.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 487) Gasp Of Breath

“Where are we?” Lyla asks as she steps back from the edge. She can feel Crispin’s chest on her back.

“We are at the end of the road.” He replies as he puts his arms around her. The tone of his voice is low and without expression and she feels cold and frightened. As she turns around to face him, she finds herself standing alone on the path. Several feet away is a small dwelling with a heavy black door and green shuttered windows. As she stands there, captive to her surroundings, the door slowly begins to swing open.

Anticipation and nervousness take over Lyla’s emotions as she realizes Quinn is standing just inside the entry, hidden in the shadows of the room. His face is clear and visible as if detached from his body. He is quietly observing her with glaring eyes. She is frightened and this dead man’s expression bites into her sending chills along her spine.

Suddenly he rushes forward and within seconds has Lyla by the arm as he drags her to the edge of the ridge. Rocks and pebbles fall beneath her feet as she stumbles trying to steady her footing. With his hand on the back of her neck, Quinn pushes her off the ledge and she feels herself falling into the eternal misty void!

With a gasp of breath, Lyla is jolted out of her dream as she sees a bright flash followed immediately by a loud crash of thunder. The pounding causes the lamp on the table to rattle and Lyla looks up at Crispin’s face. She is not sure how long she rested but feels it was only a matter of minutes.

He looks so very pale, more so now than when she helped him lay down. Frightened that he may not be alive, she reaches up to touch the side of his face. He opens his eyes ever so slightly but does not focus on her face. It is almost as if he is looking through her. The corner of his mouth rises slightly before he closes his eyes once again.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 486) A Dream

Lyla tries to open her eyes again but this time cannot, or maybe she has opened them but the mist is so thick she can only see blackness. There is no way to tell which way is right or which way is left, if she is standing up or lying down.

“This is only a dream,” she reminds herself as she begins to believe she is floating. The sensation is odd and soon she starts to feel ill with motion sickness. “Crispin?” she says again and now feels his hand in hers. Slowly she flutters her eyelids as she awakens to a vast landscape of hills and valleys. Tiny flowers are in bloom and the sky is a brilliant blue filled with specks of white puffy clouds.

As she turns and looks at Crispin, she realizes they are standing on a walkway near a deep cavernous ridge that drops off into a thick layer of fog creating the appearance it goes on for eternity. The blue sky around them becomes clouded and it begins to darken.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 485) Come With Me

With thunder rumbling off in the distance, Lyla climbs into bed next to Crispin and lays there watching him sleep. He seems to be peaceful and the gauze on his shoulder has not collected much more blood than it had when she first placed it there. She did not plan to fall asleep, in fact she did all she could to force herself to stay awake. As she begins to dream she realizes it, she knows this is a dream and knows she needs to wake up. The storm is now thrashing heavy sheets of rain down on the cottage as images begin to filter into her mind.

In her own home, she is standing in the dining room. Guests are mingling about and mumbling words she cannot hear clearly. With blurred vision, she tries to concentrate on specific details but as with most dreams, she is not the one in control.

“This is only a dream.” She says to herself as she anticipates something horrific is soon going to happen.

The people in the room do not act as if they can see her as a dark misty fog-like haze begins to fill the area around them. She closes her eyes but can hear Crispin’s voice so she again looks around trying to find him. Her lids grow heavier and heavier as she once again shuts her eyes.

“Come with me.” Crispin says as he takes her hand.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 484) Like Him

Staying with Crispin, Lyla holds his hand until he begins to breathe deeply and slow in a rhythmic way. Quietly she takes the blood stained garments and washcloths to the bathroom. Once there she slips out of her own tattered and stained clothing, placing them in the bathtub with his.

She cracks the door and listens for any sounds from Crispin before she runs water in the tub to rinse the clothing. Once this task is complete, she wrings the water out by twisting each item tightly then opening them up and draping them along the edge of the tub to dry.

The wind outside begins to pick up causing the cottage to make small popping sounds against its force. Hanging on the back of the bathroom door is one of Crispin’s white dress shirts. She pulls it off the hook and slips into it, buttoning it up, but not bothering to roll up the sleeves. It smells clean and fresh, and very much like him.

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