Kath's description of me as 'eye candy' came to mind, and judging by the fact that Mark couldn't take his eyes off me, I knew she was right. 'Could it... get better than this?' I asked myself. As I soon found out, it could and it would!"You have beautiful legs," Mark said. "They look so silky smooth - can I touch?" Help yourself," I giggled, totally loving the nice compliment - and aching for him to touch me.Mark was still holding a dessert spoon in one hand, but with his other he ran his fingers. Angel, look at me, he spoke softly, still concerned with her gasping for air. Obeying out of pure habit, Angels gaze shifted to his face. Her eyes were spaced, and she clearly was not in any conscious frame of mind. Can you talk? Angel gasped a few more times as she tried to summon the strength to form cohesive words. I&hellip, gasp Ill be&hellip, gasp fine&hellip, The assurance was not going to satisfy Rich, but at least she could speak, and comprehend what he was saying to her. Rich ripped. Symbols he did not understand and still a part of him did. Her dark brown eyes sunken pools of knowledge on a field of blue. Her hair was the color of flax and pulled back into plait with leaves of fall woven within. A voice that was not his own bellows from him as he declared, " I am the horned one, Hunter and provider. I have come to bring life back to the land." He moved to her like a cat pouncing upon prey. Reflexes took over as another force guided him into the Rite. He tore the. Betray me and you’re dead. Understand?’ Katherine nodded. She was afraid to speak. It was the wrong move. ‘Do you fucking understand?’ he screamed. She felt a shiver run right through her. ‘Yes, you know that,’ she whimpered. ‘You can trust me, Eddie. I hope I’ve proven that.’ He nodded, his momentary anger receding. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He extracted his business card and held it up for Desmond to see that there was a single number scrawled across the.