What do you remember? Nathaniel asked. Something must have shown on my face, because he made a sound in his throat that was part growl, and part exasperation. The return may be more violent than I would like, ma petite. I have seen to it.
Could I trust that they would not harm me, once the sun rose and I lay helpless? I tried to think of something to sa Then one cold night, a hundred years after the passion is spent, and nothing but ashes remain, you look up and see someone gazing at you, and you know that look, you've seen it before. He turned at the door with that eager look still on his face. Requiem caught me, steadied me.
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