The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 316) Words Bite
Lyla’s words bite into Crispin because he knows he and Quinn have journeyed down a darker path than those who traveled before them. They have indeed utilized their skills for personal use to gain properties and goods. At this time, he finds it best to leave this information buried, for he is not proud of this aspect of his life. Knowing he is hiding many facets of the truth, Crispin continues with his explanation.
“I go where I can be of assistance.” He says as he looks over at the fire. “The last couple of generations, let’s just say things have changed through the years to where I can prosper quite nicely by utilizing my skill.” He says this in what seems to be a cold way then looks over at Lyla; she too is staring into the flames of the fire.
“What did you gain from killing Penny?” she asks. Crispin sees the fire reflecting in her tear-filled eyes. Before he can answer, Lyla continues. “Marnie said I brought death here, she was right, I did. I brought you here.” Lyla looks into Crispin’s eyes and her tears begin to build.
“I gained nothing from Penny’s demise. She died of cardiac arrest and I happened to be here at the right time.” He states calmly. He does not elaborate that his annoyance of her meddling ways may have expedited her fate. “She did not feel much pain, I made sure of that.”
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 315) Gift Or Curse
“Lyla, this is going to be incredibly hard for you to understand, but I need you to hear me out. I have a gift, or a curse, depending on how you look at it.” Crispin lowers his hands as he talks. “I have the ability to assist the dying.” Lyla watches him without saying a word. “I can take away much of the pain a person feels as they are passing.”
“What are you saying? You’re a ghost?” questions Lyla as she wipes a tear from her eye. “No,” says Crispin, “I’m not a ghost. I am a man with all the same feelings and emotions of any other man. I just have the ability to take the place or to duplicate others at will.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.” Lyla says as she places her hands over her face. “You’re talking about fairy tales and folklore. Things like that are not real.”
“Where do you think the stories originated?” states Crispin. “I’m simply following in my ancestors footsteps in using the skills I was born with.”
“I don’t recall hearing story’s where someone gets rich off the death of others as being a gracious thing.” She replies.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 314) To Fabricate
Nearly in tears, Lyla thinks about the ugliness of the phantom that attacked her in the kitchen when she found her cat locked behind the little door. The episode was so terrifying it caused her to faint and now she finds out it was Crispin all along! “Why did you attack me in the kitchen? I felt like you were taking the life out of me!” She says angrily and frightened at the same time. “I passed out and you just left me there!”
“No, Lyla. That wasn’t me.” Crispin is still sitting back with his hands out to his side. Again, he is confused about what she is saying for he never did this to her. He knows it will be hard enough for her to understand what he is about and next to impossible to explain Quinn’s role. He tries to fabricate an excuse to sway her from the subject.
“I’m very sorry, I never meant to frighten you and I certainly did not lock your cat away.” He says as he makes his plea of innocence.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 313) It Was You
Crispin knows he cannot divulge that he now realizes Marnie was actually a double, played out by Quinn. It is too complex for most people to comprehend even he himself was a fool to the old man’s trick.
“The night Marnie attacked you, I was merely holding her back, not anything else.” He says calmly. “I was protecting you.”
“No, that day I saw something in your eyes just like now. There was a flash of light, or something.” She says as she points at him. “The dark apparition or phantom or whatever that is that has been following and taunting me is the same! It is you! All this time it was you!” She says forcefully.
This puzzles Crispin because he has not been following her in shadow form or appearing to her as such. He knows Quinn has been against his pursuit of Lyla, but now he realizes just how insubordinate his elder has become.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 312) I Promise
Suddenly, Lyla sits up pushing herself back until she bumps hard into the sofa. This is an attempt to get as far as she can get from Crispin without running out of the room. “Oh my god! Why didn’t I realize this earlier? You were here that day weren’t you? You pulled Marnie off me! I remember your eyes!” She grows tense.
“No, Lyla please, you don’t understand.” Crispin says as he sits up, careful not to approach her or appear threatening in any way. Holding the pillow tightly in her arms Lyla looks like a frightened child. “You are confusing the facts. Please hear me out. I promise I am not here to harm you or anyone around you.” Crispin sits up with his arms out to the side of his body as if he is being held at gunpoint. “I promise.”
The rain outside has picked up and water is gushing off the roof faster than the downspouts can handle. Flickers of lightening send bright flashes of light in through the windows of the dark house. At times, this creates a strobe light effect to the room. Lyla is petrified as she sits on the floor facing someone who could very well be there to kill her. Realizing this, Crispin sits back showing that he is not a threat.
“So it was you?” she asks. “Yes, it was me.” Replies Crispin. “And you know I didn’t hurt anyone, I simply saved you from an attack.”
“Marnie was screaming in agony!” Replies Lyla.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 311) What Are You
“I wish I had been there for Penny.” Lyla places her hand on the quilt between them and closes her eyes.
“Did you ever think it was just Penny’s time? That no matter where she was or what she was doing or who she was with, her life was ending?” Crispin asks as he places his arm around Lyla pulling her slightly closer. She does not pull away nor does she say anything. “Would it help to know she was not as alone as you may think?” He questions. Lyla opens her eyes.
“Not alone? How so?” She asks as she puts her hand on his arm. “She was found in my garden, alone and under debris from a tornado.” Lyla stops abruptly and pulls back slightly. She saw something in Crispin’s eyes just now that is hard to explain. It was bright like a spark. Was it simply a reflection of lightning? She looks up at the window but no thunder sounds. A look of dread covers her face and she slowly asks, “What are you?”
“What do you mean?” he asks hurriedly now fearing she is remembering things too quickly and will refuse to listen to anything else that he has to say. He knows he must make his statement and explanation as fast as possible before Lyla panics.
“Your eyes, they flickered.” She says with nervousness as she begins to pull away. “Wait. . .” starts Crispin but Lyla jumps in. “Just the other day, Marnie was warning me that a certain man, with green eyes has come back to town and she said he killed Penny and she thinks he is now after her! She kept saying he was going to kill me next!” Lyla points to herself and stops talking as her entire body becomes still.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 310) Least Said
“I remember I was supposed to dance with you.” Lyla reaches out placing her hand on Crispin’s shoulder as he nestles back in place beside her. “And you did.” He states softly as he leans in closer to her. “I held you close, like this.”
He pulls on the quilt, which easily slides on the wooden floor, pulling her towards him. She puts her hand on his arm to keep herself from falling backwards and he holds her at the waist. The deep attraction between them is electrifying as they lie there fighting back the urge to kiss. Time seems to have stopped.
“So remind me again why our friendship ended.” Lyla says almost at a whisper. They are within inches of each other.
“Ahh, least said soonest mended.” Crispin grins at her. He does not want to discuss it at this moment and realizes this is going to be difficult. Mostly, he is afraid she will reject him immediately and he does not want what is happening right now, at this moment, to end.
“No really. What happened between us?” Lyla touches the side of his face with her fingertips as she looks into his eyes. Crispin takes a moment to respond. “Let’s just say it was due to misunderstandings and hasty decisions on my part,” He states flatly, as he gently brushes loose strands of hair from Lyla’s face. She closes her eyes in response to his touch.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 309) Waiting
“Marcus and I came in around the same time, do you remember?” Crispin asks as he glances at the window. Another flash of lightning brightens the room followed by deep thunder. Lyla rolls over on her side as she watches Crispin pour the last of the wine into their glasses. He hands her glass back to her, as he lies down next to her, this time even closer than before.
“You did, didn’t you? I remember that!” she points her finger at him. “Marnie had been at the front door for hours waiting on. . .” and she stops. “Yes?” questions Crispin. Lyla just looks at him oddly then continues. “She was waiting on you.” She says almost as a question. “Why was she waiting on you?” She looks at Crispin then rolls on her back again. “Oh, I remember. She had this major crush on you and she latched onto you as soon as you arrived. Did you know that about her?”
“I knew she was in need of attention, but not just from me. Marnie strikes me as the type that needs everyone’s attention.” He replies. “Yes, you know what? You are right. She thrives on being the center of attention, but I feel terribly bad for her now. I don’t know that she will ever be the same.” Lyla rolls to her side again to look at Crispin and they both finish off their wine. He takes her glass and stretches up as he places both on the table.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 308) Leading Her
The wine is almost gone and Lyla is feeling exceedingly receptive to Crispin. Lying on her back, holding a pillow, she is looking up at the ceiling and starts talking about the night of the party. Little does she know that Crispin is leading her down this path.
“I love when it rains, the smell of it in the air and the sound of thunder rumbling off faraway.” Lyla smiles as she says this then, Crash! Another clap of thunder shakes the ground. “Oh, not like that, those are too close. I’m talking about the ones when you see the heavy clouds coming in and the wind shifts. You know what I mean?” She questions as she turns her head sideways on the pillow to look at Crispin.
“Yes, I do.” He is unwavering in the attention he is giving her.
“It started raining the night everyone was here. Things started off so nice, people I had not seen in years were here. Penny was doing her party thing in the kitchen and everything was going pretty well.” Her voice trails off. Crispin gets up and stokes the fire, then places a large log in the middle of the flames. It hisses like a snake and small puffs of smoke escape as the aged wood settles under the weight of the recent addition.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 307) Restoring
As the evening progresses, Lyla is finding it easier and easier to confide in Crispin. He is being very open with her, has a calming demeanor, and is extremely attentive. She actually remembers him being this way before and begins to recall how much she enjoyed his companionship.
However, she feels as if there is something about him that is just out of reach and she cannot quite put her finger on it. As she stares at him, he does not waver as he looks directly at her. Their connection to each other is very strong. The firelight is flickering brightly as they lay on the quilt conversing.
Bang! Another clap of thunder echoes throughout the area as rain now starts to shower the windows. Little by little, Lyla’s memory is restoring and she does not quite realize it. Crispin is doing all he can to help in this process for he knows the more she remembers and understands, the more open to the truth she will become.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 306) Undermining
“You frightened me earlier, right after the vase broke.” Lyla turns her head to look at him. “Thank you for the lovely flowers by the way. I don’t know if I ever said thank you.” She is feeling the relaxing effects of the wine.
“How did I frighten you?” he lays his head on the stack of pillows as he watches her. “You’re going to think I’m nuts, telling ghost stories and all.” Says Lyla as another clap of thunder shakes loudly. “But I’ve been seeing this dark figure of a man. The first time was in Madrid, he followed me to my hotel. At first I thought it was just my mind playing tricks, but now he is here too.” Lyla lies back closing her eyes as she talks. “When you were waiting for me in the foyer, you looked just like him. Same height, weight, build. . . and eyes.” Lyla stops and lifts her head to study Crispin’s face for several seconds.
“What is it?” He asks. Lyla hesitates before she speaks. “You look as if you’re angry.” She says honestly. Crispin is surprised at how easily she is picking up on his emotions when he is so very careful and skilled at hiding them. She is right, he is indeed angry for he now has proof that Quinn has been undermining him and attempting to frighten her.
The evening he was here at Lyla’s house when Marnie attacked her, he strongly felt something was amiss. Just now, it has become clearly apparent as to why the episode was so powerful. It was Quinn all along. It is obvious he has been appearing to Lyla and Marnie as the dark specter and worse yet, attempting to make it look as if he, Quinn, is Crispin.
With Quinn in Spain believing Crispin is home in Ireland, this may be Crispin’s only chance to set things straight. First, he must gain Lyla’s trust and remind her of the passion that had ignited between them.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 305) Mirror Her
“Are you alright?” Crispin asks with concern. “Yes, I was just taken off guard with the thunder, guess we are in for another stormy night.” She fluffs a few of the throw pillows and lies down on her side resting her head on her arm as she watches him. “I was going to go looking for you.” She says without hesitation.
“In the rain?” He asks as if to play dumb. “In Spain.” She quickly replies and then laughs at their rhyme. “Were you?” Crispin asks as if this is news to him.
“Recently I was starting to remember things and mixed in with it all was you. Then I found the files I had on your company, the website, what little I had on you personally, and I put two and two together.” She laughs. “Guess I’m a super sleuth.”
“Yes, I suppose you are.” He smiles as he places the various foods back into the wooden bowl and sets it on the coffee table. This leaves an empty space between them.
“I feel as if I truly know you, but I don’t.” Says Lyla as she rolls on her back. Crispin stands up to add more wood to the fire. “I’m comfortable around you, but don’t know if I should be. Wow, now I am starting to sound like my friend, Marnie. Completely confused!” Crispin sits back on the quilt and lies sideways to mirror her, leaving only one foot of space between them.
“I need you to be.” He says. “Like Marnie?” she laughs as she glances at him. “No.” Crispin replies as he grins. “I need you to be comfortable around me.”
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 304) Yes And No
As Lyla confronts him about Destry’s family, Crispin looks away. He expected this from her because she is a strong willed individual and he knew the taking of the vineyard would come into play in their conversation. He also knew she would not agree with the process.
“Was I involved in helping you do such things?” She asks. “Yes and no.” Crispin replies as he hands her the refilled glass of wine. “You helped me set up meetings and various ways to communicate. You have to understand, we were only around each other for a very short time.” Crispin looks very solemn at this point and Lyla is not sure if she should continue with this conversation or ask him to leave. He then looks at her in a very endearing way.
“You and I quickly gained mutual respect and admiration for each other and there is more to Ms. Boucher’s transaction than I can share at this time. However, I can tell you our offer was very generous.” He does not elaborate any further and Lyla does not push the issue. Thunder rattles the windows causing Lyla to jump from the sudden sound.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 303) A Challenge
“You followed me all the way here, from Madrid?” Clearly, Lyla is staying on track with this topic. Crispin tips his head sideways and grins that his ploy to change the subject was not successful. “Yes, I cannot and will not make any excuses or lie about my motivation. I am only here because of you, Lyla.” He is very serious and his gaze is strong. Lyla is unsure of how to take his audacious response. She peeks at him quickly then looks away and they sit together in their own thoughts for several minutes. “I. . . why do I feel like that should scare me?” she questions, breaking the silence as she sets her empty glass on the warm hearth of the fireplace.
“I never want to frighten you, or cause you to doubt my true feelings.” He replies and can tell this is only confusing her more. “Lyla, there are things about me that I would like to help you understand. However, I do not know how to go about explaining it all to you.” He drinks down his last little bit of wine then pours more for them both. Lyla listens patiently. “Maybe now, here tonight is not the time, maybe not even tomorrow. But very soon I want the chance for you to hear me out and to not jump to conclusions before I finish what I have to say.” He is very serious.
“I know Destry Boucher.” Lyla says almost as a challenge. “Yes, I realize this.” He replies as he sets the wine bottle down. “I’m not so sure that I agree with your tactics.” She states, now obviously confronting him.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 302) Reminiscing
Crispin is now bracing himself for a more serious conversation. As this evening wears on, he knows he runs the risk that Lyla will remember the good with the bad and refuse to discuss anything further with him. He knows that as more details become clear, she may send him away and out of her life forever. Thus, he must be very precise and handle this period of reminiscing delicately in order to obtain the outcome he desires. After all, he does not like to lose.
“Marnie keeps talking about green eyes, and of someone sinister returning to our town.” Lyla says and then pause as she thinks about Marnie stating someone wants to kill her. She looks at Crispin then slowly leans back. She feels as if he is looking into her inner being. “So, why are you here, in town?” she asks now with a hint of concern in her tone.
“I followed you.” He responds boldly as he continues to watch her. Lyla looks away nervously and Crispin knows he must change the topic quickly. “And if I’m not mistaken, Marnie is quite an intrusive person. Wouldn’t you agree?” After giving his question a little thought, Lyla answers.
“Well, when you put it that way, yes she can be.” She slides back on the quilt to lean against the sofa. “You followed me all the way here, from Madrid?”
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 301) Matched Foe
“Do you remember much about that night? The night of the party I mean?” Crispin asks knowing good and well that if she did, she would not allow him to be sitting here now.
“No, I honestly don’t and it bothers me. I lost a close friend that night and another of my friends has all but gone insane because of it.” Says Lyla as she grabs a few grapes out of the bowl. “Marnie is the latter of the two. Ever since the party she has been acting odd, talking about ghosts, death and dying, and of someone watching her. Just this week she has slipped so much that she has been locked up now for a few days.” Lyla says as she shakes her head in disbelief.
“Really?” questions Crispin as if this news interests him and it does. He raced in to protect Lyla the day Marnie attacked her. Now he realizes why it was such a battle, there is only one other person that could have been such a matched foe. It is clear that Quinn has been playing games that he should have been wise enough to avoid.
“Do you know her?” asks Lyla. “Marnie I mean?”
“I recall some things about her, yes.” He replies. He is not at all expecting to divulge anything that transpired between Marnie and him the night of the party. It was all he could do to refrain from disposing of her, permanently. To him, she is one of the most arrogant self-indulged individuals he has ever crossed paths with in his lifetime.
“So you were here the night of the party then?” Lyla asks again as she leans forward looking into Crispin’s eyes. “Huh, you have green eyes.” She states.
“Yes.” He states as he leans toward her slightly.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 300) Respectable
“What did happen, exactly?” Lyla stammers the words out as she dips an apple slice into caramel. Crispin grins slightly because he knows what she is really trying to ask.
“No worries,” he smiles wide as he leans toward her a bit. In a way, his reaction actually makes her feel more relaxed. “It’s as I stated, we ate dinner, drank a bit, a bit too much actually,” Laughing, he looks her in the eye then his smile fades slightly. “We sat on the sofa talking, facing the firelight, and I held you in my arms for the first time.” He grows serious as his eyes focus in on her, he then grins and looks out at the dark foyer of the house.
“I didn’t want you to leave and asked you to stay and you did. Then apparently, I bored you to tears because you fell asleep.” He winks and laughs aloud again. “I stayed there with you, holding you. A few hours later, you woke up and I brought you here. It was all very respectable.”
“I actually do remember some of that, but only in flashes and small segments. I’m not sure of how to explain it, but I do not seem to have any memories of how I felt at the time. Does that make any sense?” Lyla says as she looks down at the quilt. “So, were you here the night of the party?” she asks. Crispin looks up at her and says nothing at first. He then takes a long drink of wine before continuing.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 299) As Two People
“You have a cottage on the outskirts of town and I remember going there with you.” Lyla’s voice trails off. She does not want to reveal too much about her investigative trips there and is completely unaware that he already knows of her visits and that he observed her every move.
“Yes, you were with me at my cottage one evening for dinner. We had spent some time together before that day, going over business matters and such.” Crispin places a piece of cheese on a cracker as he continues. “Very quickly I realized how important you were to me and how very intuitive you were to my mission. I wanted to have dinner with you, as two people, not as business partners. I picked you up and we had a true Irish meal with all the trimmings.” He leans his arm against the hearth of the fireplace and pops the snack into his mouth.
“I do remember this, the power went out, right?” she asks as she holds her wineglass up and grins.
“Yes, you are correct.” Crispin agrees and laughs as well. “After dessert we moved our conversation closer to the fire.” He pauses as he looks at her. “We talked for hours and then you fell asleep on the sofa,” he pauses a moment, “in my arms.” He turns from her to look at the fire and pokes it slightly to readjust the wood.
Lyla is slightly embarrassed, partly because she does not remember the entire evening or the events that transpired between them. However, she remembers in one of her dreams of feeling warm and secure in someone’s arms. Was that someone Crispin? She wonders how close they truly became and decides to ask the question.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 298) Complicated
Lyla smiles at this informal indoor picnic setting as she enters the room. She desperately wants to have all of her questions answered, including events about Destry’s Grandmother, but she wonders if she is truly ready to hear it. She sits down on the quilt and sets the food out between them making it clear there is a boundary line. Crispin opens the wine and pours some into each glass. The only sounds at this time are the ticking clock, the popping and crackling of the fire, and very slight rumbles of thunder off in the far distance. Looking at Crispin, Lyla starts the conversation up once again.
“The other night, at the art shop with the dog, why didn’t you talk to me then?” She takes a sip of wine as Crispin thinks about what he will say. “I mean, if we were friends, and as close as you say, then why didn’t you treat me as such?”
“It’s complicated,” he says hesitantly. “I knew from your expression in Madrid that you did not fully recognize me. I must say you caught me off guard as well.” He smiles. “But it was obvious that you did not remember where or how our relationship ended.” He waves his hand from him to her and back.
“So it ended then.” Says Lyla a bit disappointed. “Okay, so tell me, what kind of relationship did we have? You said it was more than work and I have some memories of us alone, talking.|
“Good memories?” he asks.
“Yes, and I actually feel somewhat comfortable with you now.” She states without much reservation.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 297) Inviting Space
Crispin looks away from the fire then down at his hands. Slowly moving his gaze to look Lyla in the eyes, he answers. “No,” his eyes do not waver nor does he blink. “There is no need to fear me.” Looking at each other across the table, they sit quietly.
“Are you hungry?” she asks as she looks toward the kitchen. Crispin continues to watch her. “Yes, I am.” He replies, his posture does not waver. Lyla stands up and walks over to the corner of the room where she opens a cedar trunk. From it, she pulls out a large quilt and carries it back across the room handing it to Crispin.
“Here, we will have an indoor picnic. You can push the furniture back while I find us something to eat.” With that order in place, she leaves the room and goes to the kitchen. A few minutes later, she returns with a large wooden bowl of fruit, three types of sliced cheese, crackers, a loaf of French bread, along with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
Crispin has pushed the chairs and table back, and turned the sofa slightly so it is facing the fireplace, yet leaving plenty of space for the pad he created on the floor with the quilt. Several piles of throw pillows are sitting along the perimeter creating a very inviting space.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 296) My Intentions
“Maybe I should start this.” Says Lyla as she curls up in the chair. “I have memories that seem to be lost or diluted but from what I can remember, I believe we met about six months ago. Is this correct?” she questions. Crispin nods yes. “I was working for you.” She states as fact. “Yes.” Replies Crispin. “You were doing amazing things to help me connect with individuals and companies all over the world. You had a great understanding of my intentions and seemed to know exactly what I needed.”
“But our relationship became more than just work related?” She asks watching him intently. Her directness surprises him a little. She too is a bit shocked that she immediately blurted this out. Crispin pauses before he answers. “Yes. . . do you remember?” He questions as he patiently waits for her to answer.
“I. . . I’m not sure.” She hesitates as she glances over at the fire. “I’m having odd flashes and visions of different images. I don’t really know if what I remember or see is a memory, or merely a dream. Slices of things keep coming to me, or feel familiar to me, but I’m unsure of what is real.” She then looks at him. “I’m hoping you can help me with this.” Crispin watches her and again nods, then looks over at the fireplace but does not say a word.
“Should I be afraid of you?” she asks as she watches him closely.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 295) We Have A Past
As soon as the fire is fully engulfed and stable, Crispin turns and looks at Lyla. He then takes a seat on the sofa facing her. The room is dim but warm as the fire and firelight adds a cozy effect to the darkening house and the quietness around them. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees while his hands are together as if he is praying. His eyes are on Lyla and she looks directly at him.
“I’m not sure where to start.” states Crispin. He leans forward tapping his clasped fingers on the table between them. His eyes are penetrating and deep with reflections of the fire dancing in them as he looks at her. “By now you must remember that we have a past.” His gaze does not waver nor does she look away. “You have no idea how surprised I was to see you in Madrid.” He smiles and almost laughs at the irony of it. “No, I’m jumping ahead.” He looks down contemplating how to make his next statement.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 294) She Watches
Crispin takes the poker from the stand, kneels down, and pushes on the lever of the flue. It makes a heavy popping sound as it slips open and small trickles of ash float down. He places more paper on the grate, covers it with thin dry pieces of wood, and strikes a match. During this process, neither Lyla nor Crispin speak a single word, as a surge of energy seems to be building in the small space between them. Sitting very close, almost shoulder to shoulder, they narrowly miss making physical contact in some way with the touch of an elbow or slip of the hand.
Lyla gets up from the hearth and takes a seat on the wingchair that sits across from the sofa. She watches Crispin as he tends to the fire. His back is straight, shoulders broad, and the amber glow of the fire shining on his face defines his features. She remembers a moment just like this when she was sleeping on the sofa at the cottage. She awoke to find Crispin near the fireplace in the early hours of the morning. It was nice watching him in deep thought and she liked the fact that she was there with him. This memory makes her smile but she does not dare show it outwardly.
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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 293) Takes A Step
“Are you alright?” Crispin questions. Trying to stifle her fright, slowly Lyla nods yes. “I’m sure you are wondering why I am here.” He says rather direct and to the point. Lyla nods yes again and rubs her hand up and down her arm to warm it. “You’re cold,” he says as he takes a step toward her but stops, concerned he may appear too forward. “Would you mind if I light a fire?”
“Actually that would be wonderful.” Lyla smiles nervously. “There is wood stacked in the firebox in the living room.” She points in that direction and walks past Crispin, leaving several feet between them as she passes. He watches her as she walks by then takes his jacket off and drapes it over the back of the chair as they enter the room. Lyla sets the clear vase full of water on the coffee table and waits for Crispin to drop the flowers into it.
“They are lovely you know.” She says softly. “Yes, very.” He replies as he watches her walk to the fireplace. “Matches?” he questions as he looks down at the cuffs of his shirt and begins to unbutton them. He meticulously rolls his sleeves up all while keeping his eyes on Lyla as she moves the fire screen from in front of the fireplace.
“Yes, I have plenty of matches right here.” She grabs a black iron holder full of long matches and holds it out toward him. The thin sticks extend out the top as if to purposely look like a bouquet. Setting it on the hearth, she begins to crumple paper for the starter wood to set on and one by one tosses the wads of paper onto the fire grate.
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