He's been unwell for some time. I suppose you seduced my sister and aunt too, made them believe they meant something to you. He heard the limbs snap like icicles. I should have said goodbye, and meant it.
However cruel I seem, I feel anything but callous towards you. Stolen blood, blooming through her like the sap in a pink rose. I think it dates from the Wars of the Roses or before, but it's been lived in on and off since then. Anne had seen him die—yet now he stood in the doorway as if the night at Fleur's had been a crazed dream.
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