But he thought, if I can do this for Ilona, could I not have saved you, Katti, Andrei? But it was not that simple, had never been that simple. There now, pet, no more tears. He paused just a second or two, looking her over, before bounding to his feet and taking her hand. Like being suspended just under the surface of rippling red water… only seeing, not thinking or feeling.
I saw you with your arms around Charlotte, having such a very interesting conversation—when you could keep your lips from hers. Her tiredness had the charm of a sleepy kitten, and her red hair was aglow in the flat grey daylight. He smiled at her and stroked her cheek. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Freda%20Warrington%20-%20A%20Taste%20of%20Blood%20Wine.
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