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Catherins laugh has a schoolgirl sound, a high, nervous giggle. She claps her hands like a Southern dame. Honestly, Im so pleased I came tonight. When she kissed him, he kissed back, but something restrained him from giving his all. She sensed it rather than knew for sure, but it was always there, the nagging doubt. Their relationship had somehow changed. Or he had changed. Ill bet, agrees Eve. Can you control them? He didnt move and neither did she. It was over. She forced in a breath. Whats wrong? The woman flushed.Jeren. You had need of something? She shook her head.Theres nothing to stop him now, is there? He can do... Anything. Hurt anyone. He would have a True Blood heir. Not by her, but his wanting her was the one protection she could rely upon. Now that was gone. And that poor girl... What he gave them? What happened? I squinted against the bright light. Im not like this, mumbles Rowan, pushing open the door and feeling the cold air slap his hot face. He glances back at the other drinkers. Im not like this, he says, again. Overhead a cry broke the silence, piercing. A snowy owl swooped low, a flurry of white and dapple grey wings, breaking Jeren out of her thoughts. Her own totem animal. Cause I said he was interesting. Magical. She concentrates, hard, trying not to let the strange droning incantations seize the edges of his consciousness. An upturned milk crate had been placed beside the table. She had glimpsed crystals; green, purple, lapis-lazuli. She hadnt paid attention. Had been too busy watching the shadows of the trees move across the forest floor; too busy catching droplets of fine rain upon his dirt-grimed face. A hand touched her shoulder, a cold hand like that of a corpse. Jeren turned with a cry and found herself looking into the face of Mirrow, the handsome young guard who had once been her friend and companion, who had died before she met Shan..