she rubbed the black bushy mane that was between two looped , bumpy black horns . where did this portrait come from ? he sat up straighter , tracking my every movement with his eyes . i gasped when his fingers replaced mine . `` he will if he knows what is good for him . '' no matter how tempting it might be . i wipe her cheeks and forehead some more , pushing away the loose strands of hair stuck to her face and then i swipe the cold rag over her mouth . 