Blood can be depleted; yet the Heart sustains for eternity.' ~ Chronicles of Christian St. John Vl. V, pg CCL CHAPTER SIX Gaithlin's eyes beheld Kelvin for an eternal moment as the man fell to his buttocks on the wooded slats, his gaze wide with complete shock as her boot remained buried in his swollen crotch. The full effects of the pain had yet to sink in as Gaithlin lurched away from him, leapt to unsteady feet as her deep blue eyes blazed with terror and fury. "I hope you die from your pain, you bastard," she seethed, her body quaking with fright. "I hope you die and I hope your anguish lingers the entire heated journey to Hell's depths." He opened his mouth to retort when the complete brunt of the agony descended upon him and the lips that had so recently assaulted Gaithlin were suddenly screaming their suffering with such ferocity that the very walls reverberated with the anguish. Hell's depths might have been preferable to the anguish of the lady's brutal betrayal.
