Kristian saved me. Now they sat in the drawing room, while Anne and David tried to explain what had happened. She went upstairs to her bedroom, sat down at her dressing-table, and put her head in her hands. As I fed on him I felt the tenderness swallow me again, relief and ecstasy so sharp it hurt.
I thought you might be cold, he said. You have no more love for Kristian than I do, so why treat me like an enemy? I don't. I don't want to talk to you, that's all. I saw it in his eyes.
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