Like my mother… She trailed off. There was movement around me, doors opening and closing. A thread of terror was looped around her throat but it was drawing her away from safety and out into the darkness. Anne went to her, put her hand on her shoulder.
Karl can't break them any more than I can. She could hardly bear to look at Henry. He stood with the morning post in his hand, looking surprised to see her. Never trust a vampire, Ophelia.
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