As he moved slowly across the devastated plain, the vampire paused now and then to look up at the sky. She cried out, hid her face. Treacherous, this seductive yearning for self-destruction. She breathed out as she finished, feeling her tension fade a little.
It was only when they were apart that the glow faded and doubts dripped coldly into Charlotte's mind. I'm not going to lie to you. Some had been in the Weisskalt for centuries, some only a few years. As I said, this is no proof that a vampire was responsible, but I keep an open mind— Neville's hand shook, and he spilled whisky on the polished sideboard.
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