Of course, it would be foolish to think she sought me of her own free will. We saw your horses outside. I want them. The pent-up screams came arrowing out of the lightless abyss of centuries; anguish, desolation, and poison-bitter grief.
I'm not a vampire, just… different. You consigned us to this hell. We'll discuss it after lunch. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Freda%20Warrington%20-%20A%20Taste%20of%20Blood%20Wine.
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