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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 461) The Reason

“Do you ever sleep?” Lyla asks as she looks into Crispin’s eyes. He tips his head as if his answer is questionable and Lyla runs her hand along the back of his neck as she looks at him thoughtfully.

“Let’s just say my mind is wonderfully consumed and that keeps me up at times.” He says in a vague manner as he continues to hold her.

“That’s a very cryptic reply.” Lyla laughs. “So what does it mean?” Crispin looks at her and grins. “What are you hiding?” She teases.

“You are the reason I don’t sleep.” He replies has he holds her close. “Let’s just say, you are a beacon to my soul.” He kisses her as he draws her into a tighter embrace. “I prepared breakfast, but it’s more like a late lunch.” He laughs.

Taking her by the hand, they walk down the short hall, through the main room, and out through the back door of the kitchen. Stepping across three large square stones, they immediately enter a glass structure. It is a greenhouse of sorts with various pots and planters full of flowers and vegetables sitting in neat rows and sections. Some varieties are hanging in large baskets, some spilling out of tall urns, and the gravel walkway is wet and shiny.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 460) Enveloping

Once dressed, Lyla pulls the covers of the bed up and arranges the pillows neatly in front of the headboard. Just as she tosses the last throw pillow in its place, Crispin comes up from behind sliding his arms around her into an enveloping and tender hug. She welcomes this embrace by holding his arms and leaning back slightly as she looks up at him. Wrapped in his arms she slowly turns to face him.

“Hello,” she says as she drapes her arms over his shoulders and gives him a quick kiss.

“I take it you slept well?” he asks with a smile.

“Yes, I did except right before I woke up I had a bad dream.” She looks down.

“Do you want to talk about it? He questions.

“No.” she looks up at him and shakes her head. “The worst part of it all was when I woke up,” she pauses. “You weren’t there.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 459) No Trace

Lyla reaches down to the foot of the bed and grabs the bathrobe she laid there last night. Slipping it on, she cinches it at her waist and slowly walks across the room and opens the door. Dashing out ahead, Smokey runs down the short hall and rounds the corner into the main room. Lyla can still hear the heavy thuds of all four paws as the hefty cat runs across the room.

There is no trace of smoke or any strange mists as she searches for Crispin and this is a relief. The main room is void of anyone but herself and still pleasantly scented by the bouquets of flowers Crispin arranged last night. Stepping into the kitchen she  finds Smokey alone, nibbling on dry food from a small bowl on the floor.

Looking out the windows the sun is high in the mid afternoon sky. She does not see Crispin anywhere but the car is still in the drive, so she believes he cannot be too far away. Going back to the bedroom, she digs through the bag of clothes Crispin gathered and slips on a pair of pants and a shirt.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 458) Mind Racing

Looking around the room, Lyla thinks about the dream she just had. Could it be foretelling as to what may happen in the future? After all, the lantern appeared in her dreams, and then became a reality that was used against her. Where is Marnie in all of this? She wonders if they have found her yet.

“Okay, stop with the mind racing, Lyla. You’re driving yourself nuts.” She says as she looks over at the night table and notices a small piece of folded paper. Leaning over, she picks it up and unfolds it.

“Pulse of my heart, song of my soul, light of my night.” She reads aloud. A wide smile forms on her face as she thinks of Crispin and his knack for poetry. When she lays the note down, she realizes the stained glass lamp on the nightstand is the one she wanted to purchase while in Madrid. It may not be the exact lamp, but it is a close second. This makes Lyla grin as well.

“Well you sneaky devil.” She says softly. “Come on Smokey, we need to find the man of the house.”

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 457) Should She

Smokey still has an ashy smell to her fur from the fire, but she looks better than she did a few hours ago. The poor cat must have been grooming herself all night. Lyla leans back and holds her hands up in front of her astonished at how badly they are trembling from the frightening nightmare.

“I don’t ever want to have a dream like that again.” She says to herself as she lies on the pillows and closes her eyes. This is her attempt at giving herself time to relax and ease into this new day. Immediately she thinks about Crispin and all the things that have happened in such a short time. She knows she is madly in love with him, how can she possibly help it, but should she be? Should she trust him so blindly?

“Oh stop it, Lyla.” She says to herself as she looks up at the ceiling. Closing her eyes again, she smiles as she sees Crispin’s face and thinks of their closeness. In addition, it is wonderful how happy Marcus and Destry are because of Crispin’s decision about the vineyard. “I knew he’d do the right thing.” She whispers to herself as she sits up.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 456) In Bed

“No!” Lyla yells as she sits up in bed. Her heart is pounding violently as she hears it throbbing in her head like a dull drum. Slowly and hesitantly she looks around at the dim lighting of the room and then down at her shaking hands. She is alone in the bed and she wonders where Crispin might be.

This dream was so real, she could smell the smoke, feel the pain in her throat as she tried to breathe, and then there was Crispin. Was he dead?

Smokey jumps up on the bed and immediately starts purring as she walks over to Lyla and lays down in a submissive way. She tips her head back as if pleading for a brushing. With a single loud meow, she finds her mistress is not reacting to her plea fast enough.

“Oh Smokey, thank god you’re okay little girl.” Lyla laughs as she runs her hands along her cat’s belly.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 455) Screams Out

As Lyla steps away from the open window, she begins to hear laughter. It is a loud overbearing sound from nearby, but she does not see anyone. Turning around she trips over something causing her to fall to the floor. Looking back at what caught her footing, she finds that Crispin is lying on his back covered in blood and lifeless.

She gasps for air as she turns to help him but the smoke begins to overtake her; she cannot breath and begins to feel sick to her stomach. With one final push of air, she screams out for help and someone steps up beside her.

Looking up, she finds Marnie standing over her laughing in a wicked and hysterical manner as the fire engulfs her. It starts at her feet and covers her clothing then ignites her shirt. The smell of singed hair is strong as Marnie’s entire head bursts into flames.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 454) Engulfed

“Smokey, hey little girl.” The fluffy cat does not respond. “Smokeums, are you hungry?” Again, no response, “Smokey?” Lyla says as she nudges her cat but instead of a warm welcome, she realizes Smokey is stiff and cold. She is dead. “Oh no.” Says Lyla as she covers her mouth from the shock. “What happened?” sitting there for a few minutes she again calls out to Crispin. “Crispin, are you here?” Now she begins to cough as she realizes the fog in the house is actually clouds of smoke in the air. It is causing a burning sensation to attack her throat.

“Oh god, oh no.” Lyla says to herself as she stands up. “Crispin!” she yells fearing he has succumbed to the toxic air. Lyla cannot catch her breath as she makes her way to the door. Trying without success to turn the lock, she soon realizes it is jammed and will not budge. Stepping over to the window, she pulls back the shades and pushes the shutters open to find the entire area, the fields and nearby trees, engulfed in massive flames. So much so that she cannot see the driveway or the tree lined drive.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 453) Hint Of Light

With a hint of light creeping in through a crack in the curtains, Lyla looks around the room. She smiles as she glances over at the pink rose in the vase on the night table. The clear water has a sparkle to it and bubbles have collected on the green stem. The delicate rose is almost transparent and has opened slightly from the tight bud it was just hours ago.

Crispin is not in the room and the door is closed. Sliding out from the sheets, Lyla grabs the robe that she left at the foot of the bed and slips it on, tying it snugly around her thin waist. Walking out into the hall the cottage feels cold and not as welcoming as before.

“Crispin?” she calls out hoping to find him very soon.

She turns to look behind her for she feels as if someone is there. As she looks back, she notices a low fog or mist in the air that has settled near the floor. This confuses her because she has never witnessed such a sight inside a dwelling before.

Being extremely cautious, she peeks around the wall to the main room of the cottage. There too she finds the same low misty fog hovering just inches above the floor. Curled up on the sofa is Smokey and Lyla goes over to her while calling her name.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 452) Plane To Catch

“Lyla is with Crispin, isn’t she?” asks Destry. “Yes, but. . .” starts Marcus.

“But nothing, I’m sure they are fine.” She smiles when she says this.

“What’s so funny?” Marcus asks as he stops what he is doing.

“They are in love. Did you not see how they acted around each other? Crispin won’t let anything or anyone harm her.” Says Destry confidently.

“That’s not all I’m worried about.” says Marcus. “I fear he hasn’t really changed and we have all been fooled by him.” Marcus looks up at the clock on the wall. It reads seven. He glances over at Destry and she is just standing there staring at him with a slightly strange look on her face.

“What?” he asks.

“Do you really think that?” she questions. Marcus looks at her for a moment wondering why she seems worried. He then realizes how stupid his statement was. If he is concerned that Crispin is fooling them, then there is a chance the vineyard is not at all under her control and this is a vicious trick to get them out of the way.

“Oh, no. . . that came out wrong.” Says Marcus as he walks over to the love of his life. “Just ignore me, I’m a suspicious idiot. Everything is fine. I really do believe he is sincere, which has really surprised me, and you are right about his feelings. I think he is and has been in love with Lyla for a long time.” Marcus puts his arms around Destry and hugs her. “Let’s finish packing, we have a plane to catch.”

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