A sigh sliced through his nostrils. He continued to beat furiously on the horse- slicing through town in a blur. Just as the sun dipped behind the horizon, he slid of his horse in one quick movement- twirling his eyes around the in sweeping arcs.
'This is it Woody. This is it.'
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"Lord Wood, how kind of you to accept my invitation."
Her lips barely moved, and yet, her voice came out- soft, rich, and smooth as water. He was seated at the edge of the sofa, legs together, and both hands on his knees.
"Yes," he said awkwardly; "I'm very glad to be here. In fact, I couldn't believe it when I heard you asked for me. I rushed over here immediately as soon as I got the invite! It's like a dream, to be here, to be with you, I've been. . ."
From across the carpeted living room, Angel watched Wood rant nervously.
