Skin black. I gasped at the sight of the crushed golden armor mixed amid the smashed form. Ealaín... A dizzy wave shot through me as I stared down th... slope. It hit me that she was dead.“Cernere's black cunt,” I whispered, the world twisting at strange angles as the blood pounded through my veins. My drunken gaze swept across the bottom of the slope and spotted another fire burning and crackling. It was the feyhound by the corpse and—Zanyia lay on the ground, her body burnt. The clammy hands. This left only the other three cushioned sofa where Steve and the woman were sitting. "So Tim, are you enjoying my resort so far?" Rob asked with a smile. "Definitely, Mr. Henry. You're a lucky man to have all this." he replied. "Tim again, please call me Rob." He stated in an inviting manner. "Yes I am lucky. This island is a regular fantasy playground isn't it? Making people happy is truly a job I love." He said while leaning back in his chair basking in his creation. "I hope Steve's little. Paulette assura qu'elle ferait de sonmieux pour lui faire quelque chose de tr?s joli, en expliquant ? Marc quetoutefois elle ne pourrait pas obtenir le r?sultat d'un salon decoiffure. Il ne tiendrait qu'? lui de s'offrir un vrai passage en salonle jour o? il serait d'humeur.Devant son incapacit? ? choisir un type de coiffure Paulette et Solanges'agac?rent. Ce n'?tait pas la faute ? Marc, il n'avait tout simplementpas d'inspiration, et manquait d'imagination. Solange trancha en disant ?Paulette. You have turned me on as no one has done in a very long time but we do have an audience and I never want you to feel uncomfortable with me. But perhaps there is a solution."With that, Ric turned his head and stared directly at Francesca, stunning her out of her daydream like state.Francesca was of Italian origin. She had silky black hair, the look of being tanned without having been out in the sun, eyes that were currently very wide indeed and almost black. She also had full lips, which were.