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"Eleanor, allow --"

"What did he mean my shepherd is a wolf?" She turned her eyes to Søren He didn’t blink, blush, laugh or demure But he didn’t answer the question, either

"The wolf eats the sheep," she said "Should we, the sheep of Sacred Heart, be scared of you?"

"No"

"No?"

"I only eat other wolves"

"That’s a couess"

"It shouldn’t be," he said

"Why not?"

Søren gave her a look so dangerously hungry she’d almost describe it as wolfish

"Because, my Little One, you aren’t a sheep"

After that, Søren bid her theso abruptly If that Kingsley person were in her house, she wouldn’t want to leave hiet into So that was the brother of Søren’s dead wife? She had to sit down again while the reality of Søren’s revelations sunk in It didn’t matter really, did it? Didn’t o? No, it didn’t The dead as a dead issue Buried Gone Eleanor shoved her out of her sley--now, he interested her Søren had ad to third base But Kingsley had stood six inches in front of her and joked about beating her, raping her, fking her, losing his watch inside her, which she didn’t even understand… Oh, fk Yes, she did