Kristian's lips thinned in a smile and he shook his head indulgently. But worst of all was admitting to himself that he had wanted more from her than blood, and much more than friendship… for that, too, was wrong. Why are you here, Pierre? Karl's voice was calm, almost conversational, but with a paper-thin blade of ice hidden within it. … As his arms slid round her, as their limbs entwined pearl-white against the cover, she knew there was nothing to fear.
Karl was amused. Did my aunt send you to look for me? I would have come anyway, but she did say something. She had tried to tell herself that her fears were imaginary, but only now, for the first time, could she believe it. He thinks you are perfect.
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