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But I wish you would. That's why I say the blame is mine. Don't even think of it David. He's in love with Maddy, too, she thought, feeling a kind of desperate sympathy.

But he imprisoned you, Karl said calmly, watching the shape. With her head bent, copper-red hair falling forward, she looked so like Fleur. I thought I must deserve it. Immortality had always been an abstract idea—still was—but Karl had always assumed he had the choice of death.