The man, Noah Lowry, smiled warmly as Bryant entered and offered a hand for the man to shake. Bryant took the hand as Lowry gestured him to a chair."T...is shouldn't take long," Lowry said. "You've been through this before and I worked for the Miami PD for a dozen years as a consultant. So, why don't you just tell me how you're doing?" I'm okay," Bryant said warily. This was far different from every other time he'd sat with a psychologist or psychiatrist. Those sessions had been confrontational. His name was Tony and he was a senior from my school. He was also the Varsity quarterback and a real hunk! He was Italian, six feet tall, with dark hair and killer eyes. I knew Tony had a girl friend, but I never saw her that night. Me? Back then I was a very slim 5'6" and my dirty blonde hair was styled in a short pixie cut - and of course I was wearing that 'eye-catching' pink cap! When I realized that he was checking me out, I walked toward him. He was standing with his friends, so I wanted. Sweet and cloying mixed in with the smell of rotting food. Next came the sound of laughter from the bedroom. Male laughter. Male laughter mixed with a female voice. Soft and low, and very familiar. A cold flush went through his body as he stood in the entrance by the door, his case forgotten. His eyes burnt as he walked slowly towards the slightly ajar bedroom door, his body suddenly feeling heavy and wooden, his arms heavy as they pushed it further open. They lay there on his bed, Suzanne. ...I would never do that to her. Yet you once had a great coven. You did turn others, Romaeus.I did. And who knows if I wouldn’t do it again, when the time presses. But you know there are certain requirements...Is it for that that you came to Italy, Romaeus? Shh...She thought she had heard the name of a woman, but she didn’t get it right. Angela? The first voice she had heard belonged to a man. Unknown to her. The second voice, the one that had answered the first, clearly belonged to her.