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12 Karen nodded at the puddle at her feet.My water just broke. Indeed? A shell closed around her heart. The only way she might survive this was to close off her feelings and keep her heart safe. Until Springmoot, Lara said. Thats any day now. Once she arrives, Ariah will put a stop to this. Youll see. Whats he expecting to make today anyway? asks Violet, unthreading her hair from the inverted crucifix necklace that hangs, as if for extra blasphemy, in the shallow cleft of her expensive and somewhat unnecessary bra. Theres nobody daft enough to be here. Keswicks so boring. Shed left her bag back in the exhibition hall. After a second of panic, she felt the familiar bulge in the pocket of her jeans. Digging out the half empty pack of cigarettes, she plucked one lose, raising it to her lips with a trembling hand. Her lighter was poked inside the box. They paused and he felt their reluctance to admit that, let alone accept it. Otherlings didnt have mates. Didnt need mates. They had each other. Wagner will. He never believed anything I told him about Salyer. I pointed at the tape recorder. Even if we play that for him, hell come up with some excuse that it cant be validated to prove its Salyer because he’s dead. And what do you want me to do? Serendipity has looked after him like she always has, fussing and clucking and doing everything but press her lips to his sore hands and kiss them better. Hes been fed – an acceptable vegetarian lasagne with some ghastly avocado and pumpkin-seed flapjack for afters. Had his glass refilled enough times to make the world a softer, gentler place. His hands have been re-wrapped; the wounds healing well; his hands and fingers more able to move under the new wrappings. Now the drowned sailor who stood on her doorstep two hours ago has been replaced with a slightly healthier version of her younger brother. She keeps smiling at him, looking like she wants to pat his head. Thanks so much for letting me join– I wont bore you all with the details but Im putting together a bit of a surprise do for one of our number (shes blocked from seeing this, ha ha!). I want as many of her old friends to be there as possible so watch this space for more info. Which of you good ladies were at the school in1991? A list of all her classmates would be such a help. And if any of you see Violet on her travels, tell her she has to get back in time for the festivities. Lol! Grey Holt? Surprise made her eyes wide.Not River Holt? He stepped back and his staff moved in a blur, sweeping right at her head. Jeren dropped and rolled, coming up just in time to see the butt stabbing towards her midsection. She jumped back, narrowly avoiding it. The training Shan had given her came naturally now. Part of her wondered if Indarin was really trying, his movements seemed so graceful, so leisurely, and yet another part knew that was a lie. The staff swept by her face, and the wind it stirred up blasted her hair back. If she had moved a moment later it would have struck and struck hard. She tried to back away and the next thing she knew her feet tangled around the staff and she went down heavily, the air dashed from her lungs. She looked up as the staff came hammering down at her. You could never hurt me, Shan. The tunnel roof groaned and a rain of dust fell onto the two panicked guards, who pleaded with Gilliad to retreat before breaking away and running for their lives. The wolf turned on Gilliad, snarling, holding him back from Shan and Jeren. Tunstall starts to remove his huge outdoor coat and bobble-hat, to reveal the crumpled suit and crooked tie beneath. He wears his hair long, almost covering his ears, and the plump moustache that sprouts from his top lip looks as though it is marking time until the day it turns into a butterfly. He looks at Violet. Tightens his smile into something more like grim resignation. Violet and Mr Tunstall have had a lot of mediation sessions together recently. He is being very understanding. Hes listening. He wants to help. Hes making allowances for her unique set of personal challenges and extending her every courtesy even as she deliberately tries to sabotage the educations of children who do not find things as easy as she does. But she needs to meet him halfway. Needs to stop pouring scorn on what they are trying to achieve. Needs to stop picking on poor Catherine while pretending to be her best friend. Violet already hates him. The more time she spends in his company, the more she comes to realise that beneath his warm demeanour and hippy bullshit, he is really starting to hate her too. Its the study of bugs in a gravesite. It tells them a lot of things, but one of the most important would be how long a body has been there. Since this grave was conveniently discovered after Dakota was well and Salyer started killing again, Im willing to bet it hasnt been there that long. She rose and walked toward her bedroom. Don’t talk too much without me. I’ll make the call, then we’ll go back to work. Fuck this, hissed Samara after a moment, turning away and hooking her friends arm. She walked into the road. Nothings coming. Too cold to be standing around..