Her waning days on this mortal coil had forced Celeste to examine who she’d become, and why. Back in Baltimore, she’d discovered that she was a se...fish, controlling bitch, and that she’d pushed away the only man that had ever cared about her the way she’d wanted. The only man who had taken her shit again and again and come back for more. That realization had changed her somehow, softened her, made her more free and accessible. And that’s when she’d jumped on a plane to spend her last days with. She stood there for a moment, lifting her face to the sky, loving the way the drops felt trickling down her skin as they struck her body. Suddenly, lightning lit up the sky and she looked across at the terrace on the second floor of the Collier house, and saw Jake Collier watching her! Not in the shadows of his room or from the doorway, but leaning on the iron railing, clothed only in the trousers that he’d worn that night. Rose froze for a moment as the flash of lightning faded but then, as. "I'm sorry, Fatima," he whispered. "I shouldn't have taken you along." What happened to her, Kyle?" his mom asked. "Was it drugs? The doctors are baffled." It was a witch, Mom," Kyle answered. "They kidnapped Aaliyah and hexed Fatima." He speaks the truth, mother," Aaliyah whispered. "She was very brave."A tear rolled down his mom's cheeks. "No. Witches don't exist." You can accept Aaliyah and her homnoculi, but not witches?" What's so strange about those little men?" she asked. More of. It had an essence of a sexual playground. Soft cheesy music was playing, as if taken from a porn movie. Not surprisingly, anyone in the room would be left with images of people fucking erotically.Further back from the bed was a spot where the dim light barely reached. A man wearing a business suit sat on a formal chair, as if waiting for a movie premiere to begin. Beside him was a small glass table, also barely visible in the darkness. Two champagne glasses sat on top of the table, and the.