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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 497) Strong Presence

Crispin has become the most important person in Lyla’s world and she cannot bear the thought of all the pain he has suffered recently. Has it ever been this bad before, has he endured such anguish in the past? Thinking of the events and watching as he took on the distress of Robert and Marnie, makes the compassion she has for him even greater than before.

As Lyla walks into the bedroom she sees the covers turned back exposing a small bloodstain on the pillow and bottom sheet. This is actually good for his bleeding must have stopped soon after he fell asleep but Crispin is not there. She looks around the room and down the hall; she has no idea where he has gone. Coming back from the kitchen, she knows he was not in any of the rooms she passed along the way, so where might he be?

“Crispin?” Lyla says softly as she looks down the hall.

With no reply, she walks over to the bed and sets the tray of fruit and juice on the small night table. Rolling up the sleeves of Crispin’s shirt that she is so comfortable in, she leans over and takes a closer look at the blood on the bedding.

Very quietly, Crispin is watching from the doorway. He slowly comes up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzles at the nape of her neck then touches his face next to hers. Lyla jumps slightly then realizes how wonderful it is to be here in his loving enveloping and very strong presence.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 496) Basic Things

“You hungry pretty girl?” questions Lyla softly as Smokey responds with her typical dry raspy meow. Rummaging around in the kitchen cabinet, Lyla finds a can of tuna. “Hum, we need to get some food here for you little one.” She pours half of the tuna into a small bowl and sets it on the floor where Smokey begins to eat.

Looking at the time, Lyla realizes it is not morning at all, but mid afternoon. She picks out several pieces of fruit and pours orange juice into two small glasses. Setting the items on a tray, she carries it with her as she goes back to the bedroom to check on Crispin.

Walking from room to room, she realizes how quiet it is here and how comfortable she truly feels. There is a sense of peace and calmness about the place that she cannot quite explain. After all, it is a simple structure, well dressed with uncomplicated furnishings, and bits of whimsy.

Maybe that is what appeals to her most of all. The basic things are all she needs. However, even with this contentment surrounding her, she is unable to stop the intense worry she has for the man she loves.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 495) Recovery

As if traveling with the passing storms, the horrific night is finally over. Lyla awakens next to Crispin and for nearly an hour, she silently watches him sleep. He looks peaceful and is no longer breathing erratically as he had the past several hours. Cool to the touch, he is no longer suffering a high fever.

The night seemed to go on forever as Lyla stayed by him tending to his needs and begging him to pull through. The color has returned to his face and for the first time since the incident, she knows he is recovering from the trauma. Realizing this is just the beginning of his recovery, she wishes not to disturb him.

As she attempts to get out of bed, Crispin slowly rolls over on his side facing away from her. She stops in place and hesitates to move again as she holds her breath. As much as she wants to talk to him, hold him, and see that he is indeed better, she knows it would be wrong to wake him.

After waiting a few minutes, she shifts again in a very slow and deliberate manner, as she gets out of bed and leaves the room. Smokey follows as she walks through the cottage and as they approach the kitchen, the cat begins to meow loudly.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 494) Congratulations

“Welcome home,” states Severo as he wipes tears from his eyes and opens his arms for a hug from Destry. “Welcome home!” yells everyone in unison as they smile and clap their hands exchanging hugs and handshakes as the group mingles happily.

“Congratulations are in order as well, Ms. Destry and Marcus will marry soon!” says Severo as if he is making a speech on the town square. The group cheers once again and the opening of wine bottles is just the beginning of a long well needed party.

The luggage is unloaded from the car by three of the men and they follow Destry as the group enters the house. It is obvious the furnishings are just as Crispin promised. Everything is still in place and undisturbed even the small paper pad Destry’s grandmother used for jotting down notes, is still sitting on the table near the door.

Hours later, as the warm welcoming of Destry’s return winds down, she and Marcus say goodnight to their wonderful staff and step outside to watch the sunset. Holding her in his arms, Marcus feels at home here with Destry as their life together begins.

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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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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 483) The Last Time

As Crispin’s eyes close, he reaches for Lyla’s hand, but he is too weak and it drops to his side. Tenderly, Lyla lifts his hand up taking it into hers; she gently strokes his palm with her fingers.

“What do I need to do? How can I help you?” She whispers as she places a thick pad of gauze on his shoulder and tapes it in place. She has been trying to avoid showing him how fearful she is but now with his eyes closed, she begins to cry silently. More than anything, she fears he is dying. Is this going to be the last time they speak? Crispin coughs and winces in pain as he moves toward her trying to say something, but he is so frail that he must lay back.

“Shhhh, don’t speak, you need to rest.” She says softly as she pulls the covers up to keep him warm.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 482) Wound Inflicted

In the diffused lighting of the stained glass lamp, this is the first chance Lyla has had to see the size of the wound inflicted by Marnie’s grave attack. It is deep and obvious the blade was large, for the gash is far worse than she imagined. In fact, she is amazed it did not go straight into his heart. Leaving him sitting on the edge of the bed, she hurries to the bathroom where she finds a first aid kit. Dampening two wash cloths, one with hot water and one with cold, she briskly returns with her items to Crispin’s side.

Sitting down next to him on the bed, she runs the warm cloth down his back, chest and arm, wiping away as much blood as she can. He is rather shaky now and is having a tough time sitting upright. Standing in front of him, she lifts his feet, which practically forces him to lie down. Unfortunately, this movement appears to cause him considerable pain and he moans as he leans back on the pillows.

“I’m so sorry, Crispin.” Lyla says as she runs the clean cool wash cloth over his forehead. Sitting down on the bed next to him, she begins to dab his wound with antiseptic from the kit. “I think you need stitches. Please let me find someone to help you.” She begs.

“No, give it some time.” Says Crispin as he looks at her. His eyes no longer have the flickering and color changing effect they displayed earlier. The dark circles around them are exceptionally dominant as he tries to focus on Lyla’s face.

“I’m tired.” He says quietly.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 481) We Are Here

As they reach the edge of town, a low fog begins to roll in and the moonlight becomes dull the closer to the cottage they get. Along the way, Lyla has tried to talk with Crispin to keep him awake but the last two questions she asked have not received a reply. Trying not to panic she presses on, watching the road closely and praying he is still alive.

“We are here.” Lyla says as she shuts the car off. She pauses as she waits for a response. “Crispin?”

“We need to get inside, rain is coming.” He says slowly.

Lyla helps Crispin out of the car and with his arm over her shoulders, she supports him the best she can. Slowly they make their way up the walkway to the door of the cottage. During this difficult feat, he stumbles several times but Lyla refuses to let him fall.

Once inside the cottage, they maneuver through the main room, down the short hall, and to the bed they shared the night before. Being as gentle as possible, she helps him sit on the bed as she removes his bloody clothes. He holds his left arm across his stomach as he coughs and finds it difficult to breathe.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 480) I’m Here

“Crispin?” Lyla whispers. “Crispin?” she says again as she walks toward the veranda doors.

“I’m here.” He says from the shadows of Lyla’s office. His voice is extremely weak and low. In fact, she was not sure if what she heard was actually him at all. Leaving the lights off, she goes to where he is hiding near her desk. He is on the floor and she kneels in front of him.

“Can you walk?” she questions as she looks in his direction. She can barely see him and then she realizes he has just opened his eyes. They are still glowing, but much like the eyes of a cat, and the movement of color is dim and barely swirling. She immediately reaches out to help him stand up.

Leaning on her for support, Crispin walks with Lyla as they go out the back door being sure to stay in the darkness of the shadowy yard. Somehow, they manage to get to the car rather quickly and he lies down in the back seat. It is in this faint lighting that she notices how pale he has become. His face is sullen, not expressive, and his eyes appear deep-set and dark.

“Do you know the way?” he asks as he coughs and moans.

“Yes, I think so.” Says Lyla as she starts the car and slowly pulls away from the house hoping the movement of the vehicle will not cause even more suffering for Crispin.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 479) Not There

Once the police officers back is to her, Lyla swiftly walks into the bathroom. As soon as she opens the door, she panics. Crispin is not there and a considerable amount of blood is on the floor. Hurriedly, she runs clear water over her hands and grabs a clean towel. As she walks back out into the hall, she looks down at the floor hoping she can tell which direction Crispin went.

“Ma’am!” yells the officer. Lyla jumps from his abruptness then turns around to face him. “I just wanted to let you know we are done here. If you need anything, give me a call.” He hands her his card. “We’ve cleaned things up the best we can, this is a fairly cut and dry case. I’ll lock the door as I leave.”

“Okay, thank you,” She says softly.

“Drive safely.” He replies and then leaves her alone in the house.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 478) She Fears

“Oh, god.” Lyla says under her breath. “What was that?” The officer questions as he pauses at the bathroom door. His hand is on the handle ready to turn the knob.

“The blood is from Marnie, she fell on the blade, and it was awful!” Lyla stares at her own hands again. “I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and. . .” She looks at the bathroom door and begins to cry for she cannot think of any words to speak. The only thing on her mind is Crispin and with the passing of so much time, she fears he is dead.

“Listen,” states the officer as he steps back from the door to face Lyla. “You need to get cleaned up, just give us a minute to remove the body.” He then asks, “Do you need a ride or are you driving your friend’s car? I noticed it was parked in the driveway.”

“I’m driving his car, he’s probably wondering where I am.” Lyla says quickly.

“Oh, looks like the coroner is here. Are you sure you will be okay to drive?” questions the officer. Lyla quickly nods yes.

“Okay then, you are free to go, excuse me.” The officer steps away and Lyla backs up slowly.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 477) Come After You

Time is moving in slow motion yet somehow passing too quickly. Lyla is in a daze about what has happened and the only thing she can think of is getting Crispin out of there. While she is giving her statement of the events that transpired, the emergency workers gently support Robert’s neck and body and load him onto a stretcher. Quickly they take him from the house and to the hospital for treatment.

“We were afraid she was going to come after you.” States another police officer as he approaches Lyla. “Why are you here, you were staying with someone, weren’t you?” he asks.

“Yes, I just came here to gather some of my things.” Lyla explains as she looks back at the bathroom door.

“Well, we won’t keep you much longer. It’s pretty obvious what happened here.” The man says as he looks up at the broken banister railing. “From your statement and the appearance of things, looks like Robert tried to stop her and took the brunt of it. You sure you haven’t been stabbed?” He looks at her clothing and hands once again. “You have blood all over you and it looks like a drip trail down the hall.” Lyla looks around at her bloodied clothing and hands then follows the path of the officer’s eyes as he looks in the direction of the bathroom. The track of blood is excessive for someone without wounds. “Is there someone else here with you?” The officer asks as he starts walking down the hall.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 476) Are You Hurt

Lyla helps pull Crispin to his feet. Hunched over and holding onto the wall, they slowly walk to the bathroom that is located in the hall under the staircase. He collapses on the tiled floor of the small room and tells Lyla to lock the door and leave him there.

“I don’t want you to be alone.” She says as she kisses him on his forehead. She feels as if she is about to faint, she cannot lose him, not now, not ever!

“Tend to Robert, his back is broken but he will be okay.” Crispin closes his eyes as Lyla pulls a towel from the storage shelf under the sink. She presses it onto his shoulder where blood is still oozing from the terrible gash.

“I will be right back and I promise I will get you to the cottage.” She says quickly as she hears commotion in the foyer. Pulling the door shut, she runs down the hall to find several people tending to Robert. A man drapes a sheet over Marnie’s body as another man approaches Lyla.

“Are you alright?” Asks the officer as he looks at Lyla’s blood covered clothes. “Do you have any injuries?”

“What?” asks Lyla in a daze as she looks at the man standing before her.

“Are you hurt?” he asks as he holds her hands turning them palm up to check for defense wounds.

“No, no, I don’t think so.” She mumbles as she watches several people working on Robert.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 475) I Must Hide

“Crispin, stop, back away from her!” Lyla screams. “She is killing you!” She is not sure how, but she manages to pull him back several feet from where Marnie lays.

“Guess I win after all, Lyla.” Marnie says in a very weak voice as she coughs up more blood. In a spine-chilling childlike manner, Marnie starts to giggle as she looks at Lyla who is frantically trying to save the man she loves.

“I feel better now.” Marnie smiles as she looks up at the chandelier. “Look at all the pretty colors, look at all the pretty. . .” Her voice fades, her eyes close, and her body goes limp. Crispin immediately falls over on his side and closes his eyes.

“Oh god no, Crispin, no!” whispers Lyla as she holds his head in her lap. She begins to cry for the emergency team has not yet arrived and she does not know what to do. Crispin’s lips move but she can scarcely hear his words. She leans down touching her cheek to his.

“What are you saying?” she asks as she holds him tightly. His face is cold and his breathing unsteady.

“I must get back to the cottage, to heal.” He whispers in a weak voice. His beautiful eyes are closed and he is exceptionally pale and cold.

“No, I hear the sirens, help is coming.” Lyla is in tears.

“My physical readings will not make sense to them, I must hide.” Crispin leans up as he tries to stand.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 474) It’s Too Late

Crispin flinches with pain and grabs his chest but continues to focus on Marnie’s eyes. Oddly, Marnie begins to laugh as tears roll down her cheeks and a small amount of blood spurts from her mouth. Crispin yells out in great anguish, which startles Lyla severely.

“I. . . I was going to end it all anyhow.” Marnie whispers as she laughs. “I thought I had it all planned.” She wheezes as she huffs several times for air. Marnie is watching Crispin very closely. She glances at Lyla then resumes her focus on Crispin. Soon her eyes become relaxed as she reaches for his face but her bloody arm falls to the floor with a heavy wet thud. Her eyes cloud over turning to a hazy gray. Reaching out to Crispin, Lyla barely touches his arm and he yells out in distress, clutching his stomach he doubles over and draws his legs up.

“Lyla, she. . . she took all of her medications, she overdosed, it’s effecting me.”

“What? No! Crispin what does that mean?” Lyla asks as she tries to comfort him. “You have to stop, you’re too weak.” She yells as she pulls on his arm.

“It’s too late.” He replies as he continues to take on Marnie’s pain and discomfort as she lies on the floor dying.

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