Dvenon's feelings for John grew but she knew she had to keep them in check .Suddenly Frisse was still thinking about what she saw .

' I wonder what it's like to kill .' That was when Dvenon started watching Frisse , she never talk like that before .Never wonder what death was . Frisse told her she had to go for a walk and did, she walked through the city and looked at everything around her ,but her mind was still focuss on the body she saw and the knife Eric held with the blood on it .

Dvenon had gone back inside at the request of the Wests  fell asleep on the couch , forgetting about Frisse as she did .

' That blood, that knife ,' Frisse told herself .

to be continued