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I studyno hint of lee Just the wide, green-eyed gaze of a woman who has no idea what heinous acts her body co the past fifteen hours

Less revolted by the thought of using Mallucé’s toothbrush than I am by the taste in my mouth--which says volumes about how horrific it is--I scald the dead vamp’s toothbrush under hot water then squeeze toothpaste on it and brush vigorously, despite the pain it causes

When I finish, I ruh the vanity drawers for floss, then drop to the floor and begin the agonizing process of cleaning between them

I save what comes out, plaster it on a piece of toilet tissue and examine it

I ate Unseelie, at the very least Black feathers "Please tell me it wasn’t Christian," I whisper

Laboriously, I strip off one, o? Did the Book stab some hapless person and not bother to take it back? Surely it wouldn’t give away such a powerful weapon! I wonder again just what the hell I did over the past fifteen hours

Clenching hts, I focus on workingblood all over one So much blood I shake my head to keep it clear, desperate to strip down to nudity to leave behind all the incri evidence of whatever I’ve done, but there’s no way Mallucé’s pants will fitain, I crawl into the closet that adjoins the bathroo until I find a siainst the wall of the closet, frowning, catchingwhat just happened

The Sinsar Dubh fell asleep

I’d bet ain Just how is that working? If it was so tired that it passed out, why doesn’taround wake it up? Is it possible this is what happened the day it killed the Gray Woman--because it’s not accustomed to physical form, it quickly wears out and loses its control overas I don’t use another spell I’ll be okay? Or does it y it’ll instantly rei control of hts

I feel the sa consciousness the day it killed the Gray Wo everywhere, and desperately tired I wonder, in years past, when I slept, did the Book slip out to play? Did I sleepwalk init? I wish I could ask Moains awareness to find itself in a different location, clean, wearing different clothes?

I sigh I have no idea what’s going on or how long I have I ood use of the time The only other time I lost control, I blacked out and was co This time, I are, but locked away It would be foolish to conclude that I’ve regained perranted where the Book is concerned

The lastpossession of me as I screamed at Jada to run I pray she heededto save her only to end up killing her--

I can’t even finish that thought

Barrons Surely he would have coain? What did the Book do with its freedo that I’ve carried this thing around inside me all my life, I don’t really know much about it other than it was prone to puerile taunts and threats to K’Vruck the world But what does it really want? No doubt, beneath its glib, maniacal behavior lies a sharply focused, brilliantto sort through hts, but Mallucé’s scent perne and a whiff of decay that clings to his attire, and suddenly I can’t get out of there fast enough Therotto beneath the Burren, and I need to be fully in the here and now

I leverage er from the closet and stuainst the wall, draw s up to my chest, wrap my arms around them and rest my head on , it feels like grand adventures await us around every corner We’re strong, resilient, undaed We think our soul mate is headed our e’ll ht I’d raiseexcursions to Atlanta, attend PTA s, and enjoy fa to thefans, sipping a row up in a mostly decent, normal world

Maybe for some people it works that way

But that was never ot twenty-two blissful, trau to suck so odawful life was foretold over a thousand years ago by Moreena Bean, a half-mad washerwoman who prophesied that one of the Lane sisters would die young and the other would wish she was dead (yup, feeling that right now), and the younger they were both killed, the better off the world would be If that’s not destiny, what is?