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Strange, hate-filled eyes “I want to kill you Every tih that door, I want to pick up a ulped down the blood and sla one side

Using a tissue to wipe her ainst a cabinet opposite her “A woman cut my face today,” he told her “Not with ablade”

Holly’s eyes skimmed over his un for the jugular but I was too fast” And Honor had race than he’d have believed her capable of before that little demonstration The woman was trained in some kind of martial art, trained at a level that meant she was no helpless victim And yet she had been made one

“Too bad shethe question that had lingered in the air since the second he walked into the house “Why won’t you let me die, Dmitri?” Her words were a plea

He wasn’t certain why he hadn’t killed her the instant she began to show signs of a lethal change, and so he didn’t answer her Instead, crouching back down, he tipped up her face with his fingers under her chin “If it comes down to an execution, Holly,” he ” Quick and fast, that was hoould be—he would not have her go into the final goodnight drowning in fear

“She died afraid, Diven ant fingers brushing over his cheekbone as he hung broken frorooves into his skin “Do you want the same for Misha?”

“Don’t callmemory from the painful dawn of his existence “Holly died in that warehouse So else walked out”

It was an attempt to erase herself, and that he would not allow—but it would do no harm to permit her to establish a line between her past and the present Perhaps then, she would finally begin to live this new life “What would you have me call you?”

“How about Uram?” A bitter question “He doesn’t need the name anymore, after all”

“No” He wouldn’t let her harm herself in such a way, her naain”

She thuer was perht hi silence “Call me Sorrow”

No joyful naive her this one choice when she’d had soforward he pressed his lips to her forehead, her bangs blades of silk against his lips, her bones fine, fragile, so vulnerable under his hands