"It’s such a s h a m e.”
His voice was soft, a sort of mockery of the kind, gentle voice that Barbera once knew. Blue eyes were like steel, glittering with amusement at her plight.
He approached slowly, dramatically, feet never touching the floor.
He s m i l e d. Eyes glowed redand it was like looking into the face of the Devil.
“I sort of l i k e d you, but you just can’t be q u i e t, can you?”
His eyes were like blood. Glowing and burning and death.