When he grabbed my wrist— she took Anne's wrist, unconsciously digging in her fingernails— I suddenly saw what he was. orn; the brief, bloody horror of David's fight with Karl; and Charlotte pouring out her misery over Karl's headless corpse. Don't think of it as destroying them, but as dispatching them to receive divine judgement. He had simply become the centre, a flower to a bee.
How did it feel? Karl sat back, felt the wall cold against his spine. If either of us had hopes, it is all the same hopeless… I thought I had hardened myself against such feelings long ago, but now I find I was wrong. him that he would need to feed again before long… and it would not be hard to entice any one of them inside. I understand why David thought he couldn't have acted otherwise.
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