Jasper"Yes, definitely," Cara said. Even from a distance, the cheer in her voice was clear as a crystal. Urging the bushes away with my hand, I stared at Merideth. Her eyes shone brightly under the yellow sun, her auburn locks moving easily with the zephyr.A true vision.A bright smile played own the healer's plump lips causing a rush of desire to flow through me. My desire fought against shame as I thought of how manner less I had been acting recently. Hiding behind shrubs I order to spy on women was a whole new low for me, but what was I to do, I was, as they say,' whipped'. The American doctor had me on my knees, literally.She had not spoken to me in weeks. The woman just would not give me the time of day as difficult as it was to admit, it was killing me.You mustn't succumb to this...not again , I told myself, determined that my heart would never be broken again. Having lost someone once, I didn't want it again, especially with a human. Come on, she was so fragile, truly tempo

CaraThe tattoo on my arm itched like a fresh rash. The cause was that I was five feet apart from the woman who marked me with it.Zoladie had had the power to put a mark on me even without touching. Shed done it through Liza. Using whatever sort of spell, she had placed a mark on Liza and the mark had transferred itself onto my wrist the second I had touched my friend. That sort of power scared me down to my core.This womans capabilities were endless and unimaginable.My mind spun with different scenarios, ideas of what was going to happen next, each worse that the last. Damn, my creativity. My father had been right about those horror movies. Now I could imagine a thousand different ways in which this woman could end all our lives.However, I did not understand why we were here and she was there, well within each others grasps and she had not done anything to us.It gave me reason to doubt that it was truly her but I knew. From the way my chest ached under her gaze, I was sure as a

CaraI scarcely believed it when I woke up the next morning. After somehow falling asleep, sometime late in the night, I had expected, slightly hoped, that Zoladie would end my life while I was unconscious. But my captor was a true evil, none like any Walt Disney writer could imagine or animate.Once I had thought about things, I had realized that her intention was to make me suffer first.Enacting revenge is more than just about the brutal, cruel murder.Her aim was to torture me until I begged her for death.First, you must suffer.So far, she was doing a spot-on job. I was in emotional upheaval. My mind was never ease and I was fidgeting like a pregnant nun at a confessional.A growl from my abdomen alerted me of my hunger. Amidst everything, for the first time in my life, I had forgotten to eat something. Luckily, the tray of food that I had dismissed the previous night was still there.Cold chicken soup and rice may not be the most fabulous meal but one as hungry as I was, it is