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[Jonathan Strathmore]

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His mind grazed over the surface of her thoughts, mulling and pulling, prodding, never too much to give her knowledge of his presence. However, just deep enough to get what he sought.

The meeting had finally came as he had known it would. With Eva so ever present, it was minor time before his son would speak his venom at Violetta.

What beautiful venom would be spit? His mind raced as he picked at hers, scratching the surface of her thoughts with a fine comb, searching for anything, and everything that would show.

Her malcontent would spread like a wildfire, first in thought and then in passion at the sight of such an old lover. She had already become so impatient.

His mind raced, in its ever calculating way, his entire scheme hatched before him and holes ever placed in his plan.

She lay before him, her knees to her chest, the tears running slowly down her cheeks, whispering the words he feared to hear. "Come back."

He had so much to finish before time would avail. So much he needed to solidify before his time would come.

This was not part of the plan.