Hannah listened to Ethan’s explanation and wondered about his story.  “You say we’re of the same heritage, descendants of angels and meant to be together.”  Her eyes, so expressive at times, flashed angrily, remembering the tumultuous early years of her upbringing.  “I think you’re telling me what you want me to believe.”  Taking an aggressive step towards him, “If that were true, what my parents did would never have transpired.  No one with an ounce of compassion would have let a child suffer alone like that.”  As she turned away, Ethan grabbed her arm in an iron grip. Starting at his hand, Hannah looked up, eyes icy green in anger.<br/><br/>“You cannot deny me, Hannah. You are mine.” He declared, expecting her to be swoon with adoration.  Her reaction took him aback. Brittle  laughter filled the air.  Angrily shaking his hand off her arm, Hannah glared at him.  “I belong to no one but myself.”  Shaking a finger in his Face, “Stay away from me, Ethan, I want nothing to do with you.  Mark my words, your ideas will bring grief to anyone who believes your honeyed words ”  As she walked away, she pulled her cellphone out and saw Andrew’s message.  “Hello, Andy?  I was about to call but your message sounded like something’s going on."