There is someone else… No, it's not true. She rested her head against his arm, and said nothing. Why not? Henry is going to stay with his parents and he wanted me to go with him instead of to Parkland. Her voice was languid, the words slurred.
It was Kristian's way to 'break' new vampires who were being difficult, as I was. For a moment she leaned against him, comforted by the familiar scent of tobacco and tweed. To be sensitive to pain and death yet not to be frightened. The question is, what? God, it doesn't bear thinking about.
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