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It's the same, she murmured. What have I ever done to you? Why aren't I allowed to be in love? She looked at her sister. And at the far end of the hall hung a portrait of Karl, a luminous Pre- Raphaelite portrait with every detail painfully sharp. He watched his own ruthlessness as if from outside, with amazed horror.

But Karl only said, I'm sorry. Two blond male vampires sat on the edge of the dais at his feet, looking impassively at Pierre. It always does. David brought the Bentley to a halt.