A short silence, in which the voices of the dead seemed to be retreating across the gulf of time from which they had come. She felt by instinct that she trusted him—yet she did not trust her own instinct. If you don't know, let me help you remember. Ilona… Where are you? He stretched his senses wide, searching for the black-diamond coolness of another vampire, which was so easy to miss.
But not this bad, you never said it would be this bad! Karl saw her pain boiling to the surface and knew he could do nothing to comfort her. On a striped-silk chaise-longue sat Pierre, dressed in ordinary clothes, just as Charlotte remembered him; insolence and mockery, even in the casual way he sat. But I am not a ball to be thrown about between you. Why are you doing this to me? Go away, go away! The dread kept rushing up until she wrenche
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