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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 110) Intense Grave Force

Lying there, barely able to move and watching in horror, Lyla slowly blinks. She closes her eyes then opens them again as she looks over in the direction of the fireplace nook. With every ounce of energy she can muster, she begins to pull herself across the floor. It is an agonizing feat. Her muscles are weak and her body feels heavy and sluggish as she reaches out with her hands pulling and dragging herself along.

Once she gets to the fireplace, she holds on tightly to the brick wall as she covers her face from the debris that is now flying around the attic. Strong winds are howling and tugging at her as the window breaks out sending shattered glass in all directions. Lyla feels a sharp sting as a large piece of glass slices a deep cut into her right arm.

Crispin stands up and blood pours from his face as the wind swirls radically. Directly above him the roof has been pulled away exposing a wicked sky as a dark massive cloud shoots down from the heavens directly over him. The sound is unlike anything Lyla has ever heard before. It growls, rumbles and screams as if filled with a thousand voices. The wooden rafters and joist of the old house are snapping and splintering as they rip away with an intense grave force.

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 109) Deep Shade Of Red

Lyla’s body slowly slides to the side as she falls from the sitting position to the floor with a heavy thud. She lies there motionless, with her eyes wide open and fixed on Crispin. A loud crashing and ripping sound is heard as shingles begin to be pulled from the roof. The house creaks and moans like an old ship sinking to the bottom of a turbulent sea.

Holding his eyes, Crispin begins to scream, “No, I can finish this! Please let me do this!” he pulls himself up to a sitting position as he reaches for a crossbeam to hold onto. His eyes are full of blood and it does not appear that he can see. It is a ghastly sight with large amounts of blood running down his face and neck turning his perfect white dress shirt a deep shade of red. “No! Not yet! Let me take her with me! Please, let me take her with me!

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 108) The Shimmer Fades

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.” says Crispin as tears streak down his face and he holds Lyla’s hand to his lips. “Please, don’t force me to do this.” He whispers as he brushes her hair out of her face with his fingers. “Lyla, please stay with me.” His eyes grow tranquil as the swirling slows and the shimmer fades slightly.

The rose that he gave her is lying on the floor next to them. He picks it up and looks at it closely as he swirls it around between his fingers. Softly he runs the blossom up Lyla’s neck and along her face where he stops at her mouth, then leans in giving her a long soft kiss.

With a wild and screaming sound, Smokey comes out of the shadows and jumps at Crispin with such force that it knocks him to the ground. She begins clawing at his face as she slashes and scratches at his eyes with her sharp nails. Blood oozes from Crispin’s eyes as he cries out in agony and lashes out trying to pull the large cat from his face. The damage is done and she quickly dashes away as Crispin lies on his back on the dusty floor. Holding his hands over his eyes, he tries to sit up.

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 107) Emotionless

Crispin continues with his gaze as Lyla begins to scream and punch at him with her fists. His eyes change and begin to flicker wildly. They look much different from the slow mystic and beautiful swirls she has witnessed before. This time the iris of each eye is flashing violently with intensity and Lyla immediately begins to feel weakness and pain all at the same time.

Is this what it is like to die? Is this what happened to Penny before her body was tossed aside and left in the rain? Lyla begins to feel as if she is falling with the world spinning out of control around her. She is too weak to fight back any longer.

Tears flow freely from Crispin’s eyes as he holds Lyla’s face in his hands. “I didn’t want it to come to this, Lyla,” he says as he now has her complete and full attention. “I never wanted it to come to this.” He whispers to her.

After several seconds, Lyla has stopped fighting and is no longer trying to break eye contact. She looks at Crispin, emotionless. He slowly releases her and gently leans her up against the wall as he holds her left hand to his chest directly over his heart.

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 106) Telling Tales

“I’ve come very far and made many strides in order to win your trust and heart. Yet you still refuse me.” Crispin states in a low tone. He pauses for a long time as he looks down, thinking. Finally, still looking at the floor, he asks, “Are you sure of the choice you have made?”

“Yes,” says Lyla without hesitation.

With a quivering voice, Crispin slowly begins to look at her and says, “Then my sweet, we must do this the hard way.” He pauses as he chokes back tears. It is obvious he is very troubled and reluctant with what is about to happen. “You can either join me now willingly. . . or join the others.” Tears begin to fill his somber green eyes. “I can’t have you out there telling tales.” He whispers as he tips his head down while looking up at her. There is no sparkle or swirl of color dancing in his eyes.

Lyla starts to look away but Crispin grabs her head pulling her towards him. Their eyes are within inches of each other. She tries to pull his hands from her head while closing her eyes but Crispin is far too strong. He holds her head tighter using his thumbs to keep her eyes open and focused on him.

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 105) Brow Is Furrowed

Crispin reaches out and takes Lyla by the hand guiding her out of the nook that she took refuge in. Together they sit under the window in the moonlight. As clouds pass by, the glow of the moon fades and brightens, lighting their faces in a pale blue shade. They sit quietly looking at each other.

Crispin’s eyes are serene and placid as they return to their normal state and his facial expression is soft and caring. “I want to make you happy Lyla and I can give you anything you desire.” He leans in close to her face. “Please know I never meant to hurt you in any way. In all my many years, you have touched my heart like no other ever has or ever will.” He gently kisses her cheek and then her neck.

“No,” says Lyla in a low whisper as she slowly pulls away. “I do not believe in you and I hate everything about you.”

Crispin tips his head slowly and blinks once as disappointment shows on his face. His brow is furrowed as he leans back and looks to the side as if he is about to cry. Lyla can truly see the pain on his face and for a split second feels compassion for him, but it all soon changes.

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 104) Compelling & Beautiful

Lyla is angry with herself for communicating with Crispin and bringing his malevolent activities to her hometown. He is playing with the lives of her friends as if they are expendable and insignificant. She cannot let this go on and she knows now that she will not be able to break free. He will follow her, find her, and eventually wear her down, much like he has done already. She does not want anyone else to get hurt and decides that if Marcus is dead, she has no reason to go on. She willingly looks into Crispin’s eyes.

Gazing at her, the irises of Crispin’s eyes begin to glow in a multitude of green. Flickers of white light begin to gleam like diamonds and it is very compelling and beautiful. Lyla’s nature is to fight but she suppresses this urge or maybe she has simply accepted her fate. One thing she does know is that she can feel herself giving up control.

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 103) Unstoppable

Lyla looks down as she and Crispin sit in silence for a few seconds longer. Then while looking out in the direction of the window, Crispin says, “I’m sorry love, but I must say. . .” he then turns toward her, “Marcus will no longer be an issue.”

Tears begin to run down Lyla’s cheek and she feels tremendous pressure building in her head. A horrible thickness has filled her throat as she tries to hold back the tears. She gulps heavily as she works to regain her composure. She does not want to show the weakness that is flooding in on her and it makes her angry that she is failing.

Curling up as tight as she can in the corner, she puts as much distance possible between herself and Crispin. “I wish I’d never met you, I’d rather be dead.” She says without any emotion. Lyla is drained, dismayed, and has lost hope. Her entire world has come crashing down around her in a matter of days and all because of one person and one very bad decision.

“Why don’t you just kill me now and get it over with!” She says as she grits her teeth. Crispin lets out a loud boisterous laugh, which shocks her. How can he find any of this funny? She looks at him in disbelief.

“I don’t want to kill you, Lyla!” his laughter slows. “I want you to partner with me, to be with me.” says Crispin softly. “Can’t you tell I’ve fallen in love with you?” He reaches over and lifts Lyla’s chin with his fingers so she will look at him. “You have a wonderful talent for connecting people together throughout the world. With you working alongside me, we will be unstoppable.” He states delicately. “We can make anything happen Lyla, we can make it magical.”

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 102) Adjust My Tactics

“I don’t care what you think or how you feel,” mumbles Lyla, “I don’t want anything to do you!” She says forcefully causing Crispin to lean back in the position he started from.

“I beg to differ,” He says as he looks up at the crossbeams above their heads. “I know we can get those emotions back and you cannot deny that they were real. Yes, you can sit here all day or for the rest of the year and say that was never the case,” he turns to look at her “but we both know different now don’t we?”

“I care for Marcus; he’s never let me down!” Lyla says as she stares at Crispin with hate. He simply looks at her with a blank expression then speaks.

“Oh, yes. I saw that little interaction between you and Marcus. All this time I thought you two were only friends. You yourself stated that as fact many times. But when I saw you holding each other and how he came at me in the foyer, I knew things had somehow changed.” Crispin looks up and slowly rubs his chin then looks back at Lyla. “So, I had to adjust my tactics a bit. It was going to be a little harder but I have never backed down from a good challenge.” He leans in and whispers, “By the way, in case you’re wondering, I generally win.”

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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 101) You Can Trust Me

Lyla looks up and says nothing nor does she pull her hand away. She just looks at him, really taking a good look, trying to see through him as if his true self is not showing. She has always been a good judge of character, how did she miss this? How did someone so evil work his way into her life? She fell for it all like a fool and even began to truly enjoy his company. She looked forward to seeing him at every chance.

“Go ahead, you can admit it, just say it, I know you felt it too.” Crispin slowly kisses her hand as he watches her. “We both know how very good we can be for each other. At times you are all I think about and at times I’m all you think about.” He says candidly. He watches her as they sit there in the dark with no interruptions, no schedule to keep and no one vying for attention.

Lyla shakes her head no and pulls her hand away rather abruptly. “I can’t believe that I ever trusted you.”

“I don’t know why you say that.” says Crispin as if her comment surprises him. “You can trust me. My interactions with you have been and still are truer than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.” He leans in closer to her. “We have a connection, you and I. Maybe you don’t see it yet but in time, you will.”

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