None of them flinched either… not any longer. The sweet perfume in the air enthralled them to a haze as they watched the Youma grow closer. They smi...ed unwillingly to the sweet touch of their gentle skin. Lita was the first to try and break the spell. She took a step, then another towards the beautifully wicked creatures but suddenly, her feet seemed heavier, as if bound to place. That’s when she felt it caressing her ankles for the first time.At first, it seemed only one of these vines. There was a message from Eve. It was in the form of a text. She gave me the name of a Nashville restaurant and a time. The rest of the message was simple. My husband and I will be there at eight. I will be in a bright red cocktail dress. You two can dress anyway you like.I read the message to Jenny. I guess the cocktail dress was meant for you. Everybody knows that I don’t do that shit. I will wear long pants though. I mean I brought a pair so why not,” I explained.“Eve obviously wants to be. It had been the news reports of the first fire that had alerted the park officials to the unfinished business of land acquisition on the side of Mount Marshall. After a few years of unsuccessfully working on Miranda to donate or sell, though, they had given up their interest yet again. The building had never really been able to claim full habitability even during the three years Ally had lived there with her mother before going off to Wellesley. After the first fire, they essentially lived in. The man thought about it for a moment. "Do you have a coin?" he asked.Monica opened her desk drawer and pulled out a 500 lira coin, a memento from a trip to Italy. "Flip it," Damien said, "it will come down heads."She flipped the coin, let it land on her desk. It did come down heads. "That's not very impressive," she said. "Fifty-fifty chance." Do it again."Monica shrugged and flipped again. It came up heads."Again." Heads once more.She flipped it five more times. It landed heads every time..