Blood From a Stone (119 page)

t
hem
t
o
h
i
s
li
ps
and
k
i
ssed
her
fi
n
g
e
rti
ps.
“
I
t’
s
o
k
a
y
.
I
t
h
i
nk
I
’
m
…..ne
v
er
m
i
nd
t
oo.”
H
e
w
i
n
k
ed
at
he
r
. “
I
’l
l
see
y
ou
t
o
m
o
rr
o
w
.”

H
e
s
li
pped out
t
he
door
i
n
t
o
t
he
fri
g
i
d n
i
g
ht
a
i
r
m
a
r
v
e
li
ng
at
t
he
w
ay
i
t
had
f
e
l
t
w
hen
he
’
d
t
ouched
her
soul
f
or
t
hat
sp
li
t
second.
I
t
w
as
v
e
r
y s
tr
an
g
e.
D
iff
e
re
nt
t
han
w
hen he
’
d
f
e
l
t
C
i
sco
’
s
soul
or
t
he
littl
e
ca
t
.
T
he
r
e
’
d
b
een
littl
e
or
no
‘
e
l
ec
tri
c
it
y
’
e
it
he
r
.
I
t
w
as
m
o
r
e
li
k
e os
m
o
s
i
s.

Mo
r
e
pu
zz
li
ng
w
as
t
hat
he
had
no
c
l
ue
how
i
t
had happened
s
i
nce
she
had
not
t
as
t
ed
h
i
s
b
l
ood.
B
ut
i
t
had
i
n
deed happened.
I
t
w
as
on
l
y one
ti
ny
fr
ac
ti
on
of
ti
m
e….so
f
ast
he
’
d a
l
m
ost
m
i
ssed
it
.
B
ut
he hadn
’
t
m
i
ssed
it
.

A
nd
t
hat
i
n
fi
n
it
es
i
m
al
pa
rti
c
l
e
of
a
second
w
as
a
l
l
i
t
t
ook
f
or
h
i
m
t
o
k
now
w
it
h
u
tt
er
ce
rt
a
i
n
t
y
…
t
he
r
e
w
as
no
m
i
s
t
a
k
e, or
’
ne
v
er
m
i
nd’
about
it
.

It was completely insane after knowing him for only a few days time…but s
he
w
as
f
a
lli
ng
i
n
l
o
v
e
w
it
h h
i
m
.

C
H
AP
T
E
R
TH
IR
T
EE
N

A
dr
i
e
ll
e
had
m
ade very sure
T
he
C
hange
li
ng had seen her
as
he
’
d s
t
ood ou
t
s
i
de
t
he
w
o
m
an
’
s
house
w
hen
t
hey
‘
d re
t
urned
f
rom
t
he
i
r
f
a
il
ed d
i
nner da
t
e. She
’
d
t
aken care
t
o
m
ake
sure
she
had sh
i
mm
ered
i
n and out
very
s
l
o
w
l
y
so he cou
l
d
d
e
t
ect
her
presence.
She
’
d
w
a
t
ched
as
he
d
i
d
a doub
l
e
t
ake
b
e
f
ore
go
i
ng
t
hrough
t
he
door, but
he
’
d see
m
ed
t
o
f
orget about
i
t
once
t
hey
’
d
gone
i
ns
i
de
t
he
w
ar
m
t
h
of
t
he
house. She
’
d
f
o
ll
o
w
ed
t
hem
i
n,
s
t
ayed
f
or
a
short
w
h
il
e
and
t
hen sh
i
mm
ered
ou
t
,
on
l
y
t
o
re
t
urn
a
coup
l
e
hours
l
a
t
er
as
t
hey
w
ere say
i
ng goodbye.

She
had
c
l
oaked
t
he
i
r
bod
i
es
w
it
h
her
w
h
it
e
li
ght
‘
w
i
ngs’
as
he
’
d
k
i
ssed
W
i
l
l
ow
m
o
m
en
t
s
ago,
and 
f
or
an
i
ns
t
an
t
,
t
he
i
r sou
l
s had
m
erged
w
it
h her o
w
n.
A
nd
s
he cou
l
d
f
eel
not
on
l
y
t
he
i
n
t
ense
e
m
o
ti
on
t
hat
he
f
e
l
t
f
or
t
he
hu
m
an but her gro
w
i
ng
l
ove
f
or
h
i
m
as
w
e
ll
.
             

W
as
t
h
e 
w
o
m
an 
a ca
t
a
l
ys
t
…or
a d
i
s
t
rac
ti
on
i
n h
i
s
quest
t
o
fi
gure
t
h
i
ngs
out
and
m
ake
t
he r
i
ght
cho
i
ces
t
o break h
i
s
curse?

So
f
ar
he
had
fi
gured out
t
hat
h
i
s
b
l
o
od had
t
he po
w
er
t
o
heal
and
she
cou
l
d
sense
t
he
changes
t
hat
had
t
a
k
en p
l
ace
i
ns
i
de
h
i
s
sou
l
.
T
here
w
as
no
doubt
i
n
her
m
i
nd
now
t
hat she
’
d
chosen
correc
tl
y.
She
had
peeked
i
n
t
o
w
hat 
w
as r
e
s
i
d
i
ng
i
ns
i
de
of
Sa
m
son
’
s
heart
w
hen
she
had c
l
o
a
ked h
i
m and
t
he
hu
m
an
w
o
m
an, and
w
hat
she
cou
l
d
f
eel
w
as
a
l
l
of
t
he
t
h
i
ngs
h
i
s
soul
had  prev
i
ous
l
y
l
acked. 
N
ow 
i
t
w
as
j
ust
a
m
a
tt
er
of
ti
m
e un
ti
l
he
fi
n
i
shed
fi
gur
i
ng out
t
he puzz
l
e.

F
unny
t
he
w
o
m
an
’
s
cho
i
ce
of
w
ords
t
oo,
i
n
t
hat
she
’
d ca
ll
ed
Sa
m
son
a
G
uard
i
an
A
ngel
as
t
hough
she
cou
l
d
see
i
n
t
o a
part
of
h
i
s
soul
t
hat
he
d
i
dn
’
t
know ex
i
s
t
ed.
A
t
l
east
not
ye
t
.
W
ou
l
d
he
m
ake
t
he r
i
ght
cho
i
ces?
A
dr
i
e
ll
e d
i
dn
’
t
kno
w
.
F
or now
she
w
ou
l
d s
t
ay
c
l
ose as
t
he
ti
m
e drew
near.