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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