I phoned the doctor when he was at school and the doctor said it could be down to the accident and it something starts up again in later life if the p...rson is under stress.He said my son might subconsciously be thinking about the accident. He said it was nothing to worry about and make sure his room had the floor clear and that there was nothing sharp he could fall on. Other than that just keep an eye on him and made sure the outside doors were locked and he could not get the keys, he also said. She again told me I was crazy and went into the bathroom to shower.When she came out she was wearing a pair of black slacks the clung to her every curve. They were molded to her at her hips and thighs, came in at the knees and flared out a bit at the bottom. The crotch was snug to her womanly features without cutting in too much and being obscene. I’ve seen her wear these pants to work a hundred times but couldn’t remember them being so sexy.The blouse that she had chosen to wear was a silky. Alexander Grant was a tall man, and in his loose fitting black t-shirt and slightly baggy khakis you could still see that he was someone who paid attention to his fitness. His shoulders were broad and his chest was wide, and his tan made him look like some sort of god. His face was angular and masculine, and all the features fit together perfectly. Eyes the color of amber bored into her, and although he was clearly not happy with her she couldn’t help but be drawn into them. Soot black hair. “I thought they were trying to lock you up for something.”“Well, I guess they were, but I wasn’t really in danger until you turned it into a faceoff,” Will’s brows furrowed. “Then that revealing spell got the crowd involved, and we nearly started another war.”“What was all that about asking them to kill you?” Jack asked fiercely.“What?” Friday interjected, giving Will a sharp look.Will sighed. “It was out of hand. The crowd had decided I was one of the spirits the festival was about. They were.