How could the one who had betrayed her heal the wounds? It was obscene; it would be like asking her murderer to hold her hand as she died. I don't trust Von Wultendorf one inch. It was several moments before she could speak, then her voice almost failed her. Suffocating, she felt the steel touch of fangs on her neck and waited for the stab of pain… A voice cut in sharply, Let her go, Stefan.
Can you remember the nights we spent together, and still doubt what I feel for you? Tears stung her eyes, but she would not let them fall. And suddenly she saw the gleam of their eyes in the darkness and almost leapt out of her skin. Charli… I don't know. Please come out of here.
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