I weakly smile back to her and said that is all I wanted. I thanked her again and walked away in a daze, not tempting fortune by looking back.I only w...lked a block and stopped in a diner because my mind was too busy replaying her beauty to concentrate on walking. I ordered an iced tea to get the waitress to leave me alone as my mind tried to reconcile the fact that gods did walk the earth.Sipping slowly, I wasn't even half way done with my drink when my angel rocked me to my core."You are. “What was the manuscript?”“Something called ‘The Wisdom of Ptolemy,’ according to the record. There was a short description saying it was a treatise on Egyptian history and Ptolemy’s power over demons.”“That doesn’t ring a bell,” Keith said. “I wonder what they were using that introduced cyanide into the ink. It’s certainly not common in inks of the 19th century. The records we have say the monastery’s fatal epidemic occurred in 1852. The property was burned because the people in the nearby. Rather than continue harping on Ash, Greg decided to shift subjects."Hey, remember Riley from Statistics?"The woman, no, witch behind them grinned, her fingers subtly swimmingthrough the air as she adjusted her spell work.Ryan blinked. "Riley? Umm, no, why?" Try as he did, the young mancouldn't remember who his friend was talking about. Had there been aRiley?Greg sighed as he reminisced. "Had a huge crush on her back in the day.She was, well, a real hot number. Blonde, big tits..."Greg was so. Matt had found out andhe hadn?t been impressed. He liked me tight, but more importantly, no girl ofhis visited sex shops. He?d shouted, called me a slut, and held me down on thebed by my neck. His belt had landed on my ass and thighs, repeatedly, anddespite me crying and begging for him to stop, he hadn?t stopped until I?dapologised for being a slut and promised him I?d be a good girl. That had been on dayfive of our relationship. It?s been two monthsnow. I?d wanted to break it off after that.