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The force with which the door was flung back startled her. The lamplight blinded her but she didnt dare look away. Didnt dare blink. Gilliad grabbed her physically, lifted her from the ground and laughed in her face. His spittle pebbled her face. He threw her back against the wall. Her voice broke on the sob that rose up through her tight throat and tried to strangle her. Shan murmured soft, soothing words in the old tongue until she stilled once more. She didnt pause. They werent going to line up and politely attack her one by one. The other four scrambled forwards, a ragged pack who, sensing danger, would rely on their numbers. She crouched low. There were too many, despair told her. The foremost caught her arm and she saw the flash of a knife. Pain exploded in her side. Violet turns. The girl who emerges from the woods matches her intonation perfectly. Shes a fragile little thing. Frizzy brown hair and glasses speckled with raindrops. Shes probably the same age as Violet but looks younger. Her clothes look considerably older: a big Salvation Army duffle coat is fastened up to the top above a knee-length skirt with shiny wellington boots. She holds herself close: elbows tucked in, like a roosting bird. She makes Violet think of premature kittens – the litter that Midnight had last Spring – just bones and patchy fur, dead in a cardboard box. Daddy had let her keep one overnight, the better to help her say goodbye. Shed held it untilit went stiff. Even then she’d continued to try and manipulate the limbs; to open its closed eyes and to push her finger into the squeezed-shut mouth; the pad of her finger searching for the tiny sharp points of teeth. I dont know yet, but I think I need to come out there and talk to her. As to the kiss, youre using semantics. Another personality came out for a moment—the part that feels pain, needs comfort, and if I were guessing, is attracted to you. That attraction may be real or simply the fact that she feels some sort of soul connection with you because of the pain youve both endured. When you shook her, she reverted to the obedient slave model she used to survive Salyer. Ill start on it tonight. Pickle sniffs, momentarily transformed into a Victorian grand duchess passing judgement on a country cousins lack of sophistication. Bit bourgeoisie for my taste. Very tacky. That was one of her darker smokes, for definite. She was here chatting with Helicopter Heather and Dan The Man With The Van. I can see him now. He was always so smart, right to the end. Even when he was losing his way, when he couldnt remember things properly, when his eyesight was going – even then he wanted a daily shave and wore a suit and tie. Hed never let me do his hair. That was one of his pleasures. Heonly had a few strands left on top by the end but he would slick it back with a metal knit-comb and a blob of Brylcreme. You could tell hed been handsome once. Like I say, him and Eve weren’t a neat match but you could see what they meant to each other. She’d visit every day. Read to him. Sit out in the grounds, even when it was raining. I sometimes think she asked me to clean for her just to keep that connection after he was gone. She still likes me to talk about him when I can – anything I remember, any daft joke he might have told. She misses him. Maybe that’s why she gave you short shrift. Shan, please— Samara had no idea who he was. She had more pressing matters. Shan growled, the deep rumble in his throat reverberating through her.Maybe I can distract you with something else? 11. Her husband. And now his brother and his mate had become pawns in that power struggle. Max? Gabriel whispered. Do you love her? Shan asked. The small cove darkened, as if clouds were shutting out the sun.No. widows and dating Oh yeah, said Brenda. She nodded and smiled to Kellys friends. Hold it up. Gabriel came back in.Calvin is on it, and we should have something in a few hours. February 15, 2020.