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You should be wearing red, says Rowan, looking her up and down. Alive would have been useful, he said. He didnt comment on her method. For that she felt a strange kind of gratitude. Khain smiled, enjoying his suffering. But he wasnt doing anything. There was no need. Violet rips the flowers from her fingers and glares at her friend.You didnt think? Says it all, doesnt it? She reaches out and wipes her fingers on Catherines coat, glaring at her, daring her to say something. Catherine looks at the floor. No, thank you. Where are your cigarettes? Nothing we cant sort out, says Snowdrop, brimming with optimism. She looks at her uncle, slouched disconsolately in the doorway, and puts her head on one side as if talking to a younger child. Youre doing so well. Youve had no practice at this. Who could cope with having both hands out of action, eh? Especially when everything they’re good at involves being pretty nifty with their fingers. Rowan nods, unable to help himself.Of course, I just think, well …its best to be belt-and-braces when its somebody you care about, yeah? Her nails slid like knives into his flesh. He screamed in spite of his resolve. Burrowing fire like acid etched its way inside him. Shadows flowed from her touch, turning the blue veins beneath his skin to indigo, marking him, tracing through him like a spider web of darkness against the light. It caught hold of the desperate need to find Jeren, to protect his mate, to be with her. And it twisted it. Rage followed. Rage and hatred, uncontrollable, the need to hurt, destroy, to take vengeance on anyone who harmed her, anyone who threatened her, anyone at all. It grew, like mould, devouring as it spread. All the things that a Shistra-Phail could suppress, all the things he needed to keep under control. Shan threw back his head and howled out his agony. His captors released him, crowing in glory. He couldnt get away from her now. He was lost. I love you. She breathed the words. They rippled against his skin, sweet and intoxicating. I always will. Im... so sorry. In other words, he hoped I would continue to send the monthly donation my father had made. I wouldnt have. Lucky for Father Thurston, my father had known that. Hed taken care of the donations in his will. I lowered the veil, afraid the contempt I felt would show on my face. Of course. He indicated right, and with no traffic, turned past the pub and through the crossing. The girl had gone. Not allowed? asks Rowan, intrigued. Ylandra… he panted. No, she whispered, and the other Jeren looked up as if able to see her past self. She smiled. There was tragedy in that smile. She froze, trying to drag another breath in.To Shan? The Medicine Man? asks Rowan, and immediately imagines pitching the name to a news editor. Youre sure? Im thinking you missed the part where I said without questions. You gonna do it or not? No more, says Ms Cater, holding up a hand like a traffic cop. Ive asked nicely. Now Im going to tell you to fuck off..