Twosday: Dr. Jekyll is Mr. Hyde
You didn't catch a demon, you nearly killed a district attorney! The aggravation in Phoebe's voice had echoed in Prue's mind for days. Her instincts had never led her wrong, but was she following them when she set the trap and wasn't surprised about who walked into it? Was she following them when she took a good long look at that gray suit jacket stained with blood, and declared that Cole had one just like it? Or was she following the impulse for caution -- her actual watchword -- right into the paranoia she knew would drive a wedge between her and her sisters? Paranoia that could be so easily misinterpreted.
As the Seer spun her plot and Prue stood again between a rock and hard place, Cole's words held the taunt and the threat of the void.
He traced her fingers over the invisible path of his markings, and whispered, "No one would listen. No one would understand your terror." The terror that had primed her to wonder what was behind his mask and whether he could see behind hers.
As the Seer spun her plot and Prue stood again between a rock and hard place, Cole's words held the taunt and the threat of the void.
He traced her fingers over the invisible path of his markings, and whispered, "No one would listen. No one would understand your terror." The terror that had primed her to wonder what was behind his mask and whether he could see behind hers.