The double stood impassively, as if nothing had happened, although the skin around its eyes was waxy and drawn. Not human. Nonsense, he growled. We don't really know what her laws are.
Kristian tightened his grip. He and his father were facing each other across the stuffy drawing room, both white with exhaustion, grief, rage. Listening. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Freda%20Warrington%20-%20A%20Taste%20of%20Blood%20Wine.
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