A friend of a friend… all sorts of odd people get dragged along to my parties, I never know who half of them are anyway. He held the wound to her lips. Kristian felt almost tender towards him then. There's no way they could have slipped past us—unless there is another way out of the manor that we don't know about.
Oh my God— he will kill me if he finds us here. I can't blame you for looking on me with horror. I felt them carrying me somewhere. Yet it is anything but inanimate.
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