The air was thick with a cloying graveyard stench. It had been a physical jolt, an ice-burn circling his throat. Evil, mocking. The ones who torment themselves have often done nothing to deserve it.
No sound except the dull hum of the generator and the gurgling of water pipes. g and swallowing; wanting to steal not just the blood but Pierre's glittering defiance with it. It took me some time to realise that I was not at home, but in Kristian's apartment. She realised that Kristian was the only being who had the power to resurrect human fear in her.
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