Please don't make a fuss, Charlotte said determinedly. They terrified me as they closed in and I felt their breath like frost on my neck. The thought of some man invading her life in a far more intimate way was repellent. A barbed thrill of hunger.
The door came open and a stagnant scent rolled up, heavy as stone. I can't stand to think of Karl now. His reflection in the silver was pale with starvation, his hair tousled, his amber eyes shadowed; otherwise, the same. Karl loved to watch Charlotte's myriad reactions as she rediscovered the realm of mortals with vampire perceptions; a delight Ilona had denied him.
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