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BLOOD AND WATER
Translated by Ryan Edited by Wayland
Pamee I do not always dare to touch it, lest the
kiss my lips Let carbonizados.Sí, sir, a little happiness,
Brief bitter bliss, one has to a great sin;
No But you know how sweet it can be.
- Algernon Charles Swinburne, "Laus Veneris"
When they came to the Institute, and Agatha Sophie waited with open doors with flashlights. Tessa stumbled wearily when he left the carriage and was surprised and grateful, when Sophie came to help asub the steps. Charlotte and Henry Nathaniel half full. Behind them the carriage with Will and Jem shook through the doors, the voice of Thomas was taken by the cold night air as he shouted a greeting. Tessa was not surprised to see no Jessamine anywhere.
Nathaniel in a room similar to Tessa, the same dark wood furniture, the same double bed and Agatha guardarropa.Cuando Charlotte and Nathaniel settled in bed, Tessa went down inthe chair beside him, half-feverish with worry and exhaustion .
Voices, Voices of a sick room, crowded around him. Charlotte heard to say something about the Silent Brotherhood, Henry said softly. Sometime Sophie appeared at his side and urged her to drink something hot and sour that energy slowly returned to their veins. Soon enough for it to be able to sit and look around a bit, and realize to their surprise that, except for her and her brother, the room was empty. Everyone was gone.
looked down at Nathaniel. As corpse lay still, his face pale, bruised, his thick hair was matted against the pillows. Tessa could not help remembering with anguish beautifully dressed brother of her memories, her blond hair always so neatly combed and neat, clean their shoes and cuffs. This Nathaniel did not look like someone who had made her sister turn around the living room into a dance, humming quietly for the sheer joy of being alive.
leaned forward, with the intention of looking more closely at his face, and saw a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he saw that it was only her reflection in the mirror on the far wall. Camille's dress, he saw his own eyes as a child playing dress-up. Was too small for the sophisticated style of Camille. It looked like a girl ... a silly girl. No wonder that Will ...
"Tessie?" Nathaniel's voice, débily fragile, made her instantly leave your thoughts about Will. "Tessie, do not leave me. I think I'm sick."
"Nate." He held out a hand, holding between his gloved palms. "You're fine. You'll be fine. They have been instructed by doctors ... "
" Who are 'they'? "His voice was a faint cry." Where are we? I know this place. "
" This is the Institute. You'll be safe here. "
Nathaniel blinked. Rings were dark, almost black, about each of your eyes, and his lips were crusted what looked like dried blood. His eyes wandered from one place to another, without notice something.
"Shadow Hunters." sighed the word exhaling breath. "I did not really exist ... The Master," Nathaniel whispered suddenly jumped Tessa nerves. "He said it was the law. He said that should be feared. But there is no law in this world. There is no punishment ... just do or die." He raised his voice. "Tessie, I'm sorry ... for everything ..."
"The Maestro." You mean Quincey? " Tessa asked, but then Nate made a choking sound and looked after her with a look of terrible fear. Releasing his hand, Tessa turned to see what he was looking.
Charlotte had entered the room almost making noise. Still wearing men's clothes on, although he had a coat on them outdated. He looked very small, in part because the brother Enoch was standing at his side, casting a huge shadow across the vast floor. He wore the same gown of parchment before, but now his staff was black, her head carved in the form of dark wings. Its hood was rising, his face melting into the shadows.
"Tessa," said Charlotte. "Remember the Brother Enoch? He is here to help Nathaniel." With an animal howl of terror, Nate grabbed the doll Tessa. I looked down, embarrassed.
"Nathaniel? What?"
"De Quincey told me about them," gasped Nathaniel. "The Silent Brothers Gregori .... They can kill a man with a thought." He shuddered. "Tessa." His voice was a whisper. "Look at his face."
Tessa looked. As she spoke with her brother, Brother Enoch had quietly dropped his hood. The plains pits of his eyes reflected the light magic relentlessly glaring scars on the red stitching around of his mouth.
Charlotte stepped forward.
"The Brother Enoch could examine the Sr.Gray ... "
" No! "Tessa shouted. Kicking the grip of Nate, put herself between her brother and the other two occupants of the room." Do not touch him .
Charlotte paused, looking worried. "The Silent Brothers are our best healers. Without his brother Enoch, Nathaniel ... "suvoz went out." Well, there's much we can do for him. "
Miss Gray.
It took a moment to realize that the word his name was not spoken aloud. In Instead, as a piece of forgotten song, echoed in his head ... but not in the voice of their own thoughts. This thought was alien, hostile ... different. The voice of Brother Enoch. It was the way he had spoken when he had left the room on his first day at the Institute.
Esinteresante, Miss Gray, continúoel Brother Enoch, you are an underground, and his brother is not how such things come to pass?
Tessa froze. "You ... you puededecirlo just by looking?"
"Tessie!" Nathaniel unto itself forced to stand up against the pillows, his pale face flushed. "What estáshaciendo, talking to Greg? He is dangerous!"
"All is well Nate," said Tessa, Brother sinapartar view of Enoch. She knew she should be scared, but really felt foulbrood was a stab of disappointment. "Does this mean that nothing unusual Nohay Nate?" he asked, quietly. "Nothing supernatural?"
Nothing at all, said elHermano Silent.
Tessa had not realized how much habíamedio expected that his brother was like her, until now. The decepciónacentuaba his voice. "I guess not, since you know so much, you know what I am? Soyuna "witch?"
I can not tell. There is something enusted that mark it as one of the Children of Lilith. However, there is no devil señalde about you.
"I realized that, "said Charlotte, and Tessa realized that she could hear the voice of hermanoEnoch." I thought maybe it was not a witch. Some human beings are born conalgún little power, as the Vision. Or it could be bloody fairy ... "
She is not human. It's something más.Voy to study. Maybe there is something in the archives to guide me. Without eyes as he was, seemed hermanoEnoch estarbuscando Tessa's face with his eyes. I have lasensación that you have a power. A power that no other wizard has.
"The Change, means" dijoTessa.
No, not what I meant.
"So what?" Tessa estabaasombrada. "What could ...?" Sound is interrupted before a deNathaniel. Turning, he saw that he had struggled to free himself from the blankets Yeste half out of bed as if he had tried to get up, his caraestaba clammy and pale as death. Guilt stabbed. Habíaestado so caught up in what Brother Enoch had been saying that his brother seolvidó.
He rushed to the bed, with the help deCharlotte Nate returned to the pillows, put the blanket around her. Seveía much worse than it had been moments before. When Tessa lamanta got around him, he took her wrist again, his eyes wild.
"Does he know?" Demanded "Do you know where I am?"
"Who are you talking? "De Quincey?"
"Tessie." Muñecaapretadamente squeezed her, pulling her down to whistle a whisper in his ear.
"You have to forgive me. He said he'd be the queen of them all. He said he would bark. Do not want to die, Tessie. Do not want to die."
"Of course not," soothed him but élno seemed to listen. His eyes fixed on her face, ampliaronrepentinamente, and screamed.
"Keep away from me! Alejadode Keep me!" howled. He pulled, hitting his head haciaatrás front and the pillows. "Dear God, do not let me touch it!"
Fighting, Tessa took her hand, turning aCharlotte ... but Charlotte had moved away from the bed, and Brother Enoch were instead, his eyeless face was motionless.
Debepermitirme help his brother. Or probably die, he said.
"What you're delirious?" exigióTessa miserably. "What about him?"
Vampires gave a drug to keep him calm while feeding. If not cured, the drug lovolverá crazy and then kill him. Has begun to hallucinate.
"It's not my fault!" Nathaniel cried. "I had no choice! not my fault!" Turned his face to Tessa, she saw that her eyes forYour horror had turned completely black, like the eyes ofa insect. She panted, receding.
"Help him. Please help him." Tocol sleeve brother Enoch, and immediately regretted it, the arm under LaManga was as hard as marble, and frozen to the touch. He dropped his hands in horror, but the Silent Brother did not seem to notice him. Allada stepped over it, and then placed his fingers against the forehead scar Nathaniel.Nathaniel collapsed against the pillows, her eyes closed.
must go. Brother Enoch spoke without turning off the bed. Their presence will only delay your healing.
"But Nate asked me to stay ..."
Go. The voice in the minds of Tessa was cold.
Tessa looked at his brother was still against the pillows, his face relaxed sehabía. She turned to Charlotte, ready to protest, but Charlotteencontró your look with a little shake of his head. Her eyes erancomprensivos, but inflexible.
"As soon as you change the status of tuhermano, I'll tell you. I promise."
Tessa looked at Brother Enoch. Labolsa had opened in his waist and was spreading the objects on the bedside table, slowly and methodically. Glass bottles with powders and liquids, clusters deplantas dry sticks of a substance such as carbon black.
"If something happens to Nate" Tessa said, "I will never forgive him. Never."
was like talking to a statue. Enoch Elhermano not answer him, with nothing but a movement.
Tessa fled the room.
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After the gloom in lahabitación Nate, the glow of the chandeliers in the hallways of Tessa losojos hurt. He leaned against the wall beside the door, ordering suslágrimas to return. It was the second time all night casilloraba, began to get upset with herself. Pressing unpuño his right hand, smashed it against the wall behind her, hard, sending a wave of pain dechoque up his arm. Esodespejó tears, and his head.
"That seemed to hurt."
Tessa turned. Jem had appeared inthe hallway behind her, as quiet as a cat. He had changed his team. He wore loose oscurospantalones tied at the waist, and a white shirt just pocostonos lighter than your skin. Its thin, shiny hair was wet, rizadocontra his temple and the nape of her neck.
"He did." Tessa contrasu hand cradled his chest. The glove that had had softened the blow, but his nudillostodavía hurt.
"Your brother," said Jem. "Will aThis right? "
" I do not know. Is there one of these ... esascriaturas monk. "
" Brother Enoch. "Jem looked at her with the eyes sympathetic." I know how you see the Silent Brotherhood, but they are really good unosdoctores. We attach great importance to the healing and medicinal arts wing. Live long and know so much. "
" There seems to be worth tiemposi live long and you'll see. "
Corners Jem's mouth twitched." I guess it depends on what quevives . 'He looked at more closely. There was something about how Jem looked at her, she thought. As if he could see into and through ella.Pero nothing in it, nothing he saw or heard, could annoy or disappoint operturbarlo.
"Brother Enoch," he said suddenly. "You know what I said? He said that Nate is not like me. It completamentehumano. It has no special powers at all."
"Does that bother you?"
"I do not know. On the one hand I would not wish this ... this thing ... I'm him, or anyone else. But if he is not like me, entoncessignifica that he is not completely my brother.'s Son my parents. But soyyo your daughter? "
"You can not worry about that. Seríamaravilloso Surely if everyone knew exactly where we came from. But eseconocimiento not come from outside, comes from within 'Conocertea yourself' and says the oracle. "Jem smiled." My apologies nap sounds like sophistry [1]. I'm just saying what I learned from my own experience. "
"But I know myself." Tessasacudió head. "Sorry. After the way they fought against deQuincey, you think I'm a terrible coward, crying because my brother is not unmonstruo and I have the courage to be a monster for myself. "
" There are a monster, "said Jem." Or a coward. On the contrary, I was very impressed by the way inwhichthe shoot to de Quincey. Surely you would have killed if he habidomás bullets in the gun. "
" Yes, I think I would have liked. Paramater wanted them all. "
" That's what we asked Camille, you know. Kill them all. Maybe it was chipped emotions were feeling. "
" But Camille has no reason parapreocuparse by Nate, or what happens to him, and that was when I was másasesina. When I saw Nate there, when I realized what they planned to do ... "took a shuddering breath. "I do not know how much of that was me and how Camille. And do not even know if it's appropriate to have that kind of feeling ... "
" You mean, "asked Jem," Paraúna girl have those feelings? "
"That anyone could take them, maybe ... nose. Maybe I mean a girl can have them."
Jem seemed to look through it then, as if seeing something Masalles of it, down the corridor, beyond the Institutes. "What we're seaque physically," he said, "man or woman, strong or weak, healthy enfermao ... all these things matter less than what is in your heart. If tienesel soul of a warrior, you're a warrior. Whatever the color, laforma, the design of the shadows that hide the flame within lámparasigue unchanged. You are the flame. "He smiled then, looking habervuelto himself, a little embarrassed. "That's what I believe."
Before could answer, opened it's door and left Nate Charlotte. Miradainterrogativa responded to Tessa with a nod, looking exhausted. "The HermanoEnoch has greatly helped his brother," he said, "but needs to be done, and serámañana before we know more. I suggest you go to sleep, Tessa. Agotarseno help Nathaniel. "
With an effort of will simply seobligó Tessa nodded herself and not launch into a barrage Charlotte depreguntas I knew that I would get answers.
"And Jem," Charlotte went to him. "May I speak with you for a moment? "Quierescaminar me to the library?"
Jem nodded. "Of course." Sonrióa Le Tessa, nodding. "Tomorrow we continue," he said and continued aCharlotte down the corridor.
When they passed the corner vueltade, Tessa tried to open the door to Nate's room. Estabacerrada. With a sigh he turned and walked to the other side by elcorredor. Perhaps
Charlotte was right. Maybe I should dormirun little.
Half conmoción.Sophie heard a corridor, with a metal bucket in each of his hands, suddenly appeared inthe hallway, slamming a door closed behind her.
"His Highness is a temperamentoparticularmente good tonight," announced when Tessa came up. "He threw a bucket on my head, he did. "
" Who? "Tessa asked, and realized entoncesse." Oh, you mean Will. Are you okay? "
" Fine enough to throw buckets, "dijoSophie irritated." And he called me a nasty name. Quesignifica do not know what. I think it was French, and that usually means that someone prostitute estállamando . 'He pursed his lips. "You better run and get to Ms. Branwell. Maybe she puedehacerle take the cure, if I can not."
"cure?"
"He must drink this," Sophieempujó a bucket to Tessa, Tessa could not see what was in it, peroparecía ordinary water. "He has to. Quisieradecir not what might happen if he does."
A crazy impulse to take root Tessa. "I will do so. Where is it?"
"Up in the attic." Seampliaron Sophie's eyes. "But I would not if I were you, miss. He is downright nasty when in this state. "
" I do not care, "said Tessa, taking the bucket. Sophie entregócon it a look of relief and apprehension. It was surprisingly heavy, full hastael edge with water overflowing. "Will need to learn aget Herondale your medicine like a man," said Tessa, betrayed and pushed the door, opening and Sophie looked at her with an expression that clearly said that Tessa quepensaba had lost his mind.
Beyond the door was a narrow staircase tramode up. He held the bucket in front of her cuandoentró, he poured water on the bodice of her dress, putting degallina skin. At the time he reached the top of the stairs was wet And without breath.
There was no door at the top of the stairs, ending abruptamenteen the attic, a large room where the gable roof was so steep was the impression of being very low. The beams just above the head deTessa walked the length of the room, and had lower intervals puestasa square windows on the walls, through which Tessa delamanecer could see light gray. The floor was bare polished slabs. There was no furniture enabsoluto, and there was light beyond the pale light that came from portlet. A set of stairs even closer unatrampilla carried on the roof closed.
In the center of the room was Will, barefoot, back on the floor. A number of buckets around him .. and sueloalrededor him, he saw Tessa when approached, was soaked with water. Elagua streams ran through the tables and grouped into the soil irregulareshuecos. Some water was dyed red, as if sidomezclada with blood.
Will had one arm thrown over his face, hiding her eyes. No yacíainmóvil but moved uneasily, as if something adolorido.Cuando Tessa came over, he said something under his breath, something that sounded like unnombre. Cecily. Tessa thought. Yes, it sounded much like they would have said Cecily name.
"Will?" He said. "Who are you talking about?
"Revert Sophie?" Will replied without looking up. "Tedije that if you brought me another one of those buckets of hell, I ..."
"I'm Sophie," said Tessa. "It's me. Tessa."
For a moment Will was silent ... einmóvil except for the rise and fall of your chest with your breath. Sólollevaba a pair of dark trousers and a white shirt, like the sueloa around them were wet. The fabric of your clothes cling and black sucabello stuck to his head like damp cloth. Congelándosede should be cold.
"I sent you?" He said finally. Sonabaincrédulo and something else, too.
"Yes," said Tessa, although this was not true deltodo.
Will opened his eyes and turned his head toward her. Even in the semioscuridadpodía see the intensity of color of your eyes.
"Okay, then. Leave the water and go. "
Tessa looked
down the bucket. For algunarazón his hands seemed to want to leave the metal handle.
"What is it? I mean ... what I'm bringing you, exactly? "
" Do not you say? "His reaction was desorpresa." It's holy water. To burn it in me. "
was Tessa's turn to blink. "Quieresdecir ..."
"I keep forgetting everything you do not know," dijoWill. "Do you remember this night when I bit to De Quincey? Well, cotton swallowed their blood. Not much, but does not take much to do. "
" Do what? "
" Becoming a vampire. "
At that, Tessa almost dropped the bucket." Are you vampire convirtiendoen ?
Will smiled, standing on one elbow. "Do not be unduly alarmed. It takes days for the transformaciónse occur in even then would have to die before that happened. Foulbrood blood would do is make me irresistiblementeatraído by vampires ... drawn to them in the hope that I hicieranuno of them. As their humans subdued. "
"And the holy water ..."
"counteracts the effects of the blood. I mantenermebebiéndola. It makes me sick, of course ... it makes me spit blood and all lodemás me. "
" Good Lord. "Tessa pushed the bucket to him witha grin." So I guess it is better to give it. "
" I thought you would. "He sat down, and extended to take susmanos bucket. He frowned when he saw the contents, then held it up and tilted it toward your mouth. After swallowing a pocasbocanadas, grimaced and turned the rest unceremoniously on his head. Finished elcubo threw it aside.
"Help?" Tessa asked with honest curiosity. "Pour it over your head?"
Will made a strangled noise UNPOC it was just laughable. "The questions you ask ..." shook his head, water arrojandogotitas your hair to clothes Tessa.
The water had soaked partefrontal neck and his white shirt, making it transparent. The way seaferraba him, was to mark the lines below ... peaks deduros muscles, the sharp line of his collarbone, burning comofuego Marks made Tessa black ... think about how one might ponerpapel fine on an engraved brass on it from a coal paramarcarlo. He swallowed, hard.
"feverish Lasangre makes me, makes my skin burn," continued Will. "I can not refrescarme.Pero, yes, water helps."
Tessa just looked at him. When he had entered inits Dark room in the house, she thought it was the most beautiful boy quejamás had seen, but right now, looking at him ... I had never seen a guy like this, not that way, inwhichthe a surge of hot blood to her face and squeezed her breast. More quecualquier else wanted to touch it, touch your hair wet, see if your arms, hechoscon muscles were as hard as they did, or if your calloused palms eranásperas. Put your cheek against hers and felt her eyelashes brushing her long eyelashes ...
piel.Esas "Will", he said, his voice was soft even to his ears. "Will, I ask you ..."
. The water had made suspestañas did cling to one another, so were about to crash.
"What?"
"You act like you do not preocuparaspor anything," he said in an exhale of aliento.Se felt like I had been running, up the crest of a hill and bajadodel other hand, without a stop. Gravity took her to where she had to go. "But ... everyone cares about something. "No?"
"Do they?" Will said softly. When she did not respond, he leaned on his hands. "Tess," he said. "Come sit beside me."
I did. The floor was cold and wet, but they sat, gathering their skirts around them, so only the tips of susbotas were shown. Will looked at, they were close together, facing each other. Superfile in the gray light was cold and clean, only her mouth was a little soft.
"Never laugh," she said. "You act comosi all out fun for you, but you never laugh. Sometimes cuandocrees smile that nobody is paying attention."
For a moment there was silence. Then, "you," he said, half reluctantly. "You make me laugh ... From the moment megolpeaste with that bottle."
"It was a pitcher," said Tessa automatically.
Her lips are arched at the corners. "Sinmencionar how long mecorriges. With this funny look on their face when you do. And the way you shouted at Gabriel inwhichthe Lightwood. And even the way you talked to DeQuincey. It makes me ... "was silent, staring at her, and she wondered if it looked the way he was ... stunned and breathless. "Let me see your hands," he said suddenly. "Tessa?" They were stretched, palms up. I could not look away desu face.
"There's still blood," he said. "In your gloves." And, looking down, saw that it was true. Had not looked white gloves decuero Camille, were stained with blood and dirt, torn cercade the fingertips, where Nate had released their wives.
"Oh," she said and began to move his manoshacia ago, wanting to take the gloves off, but Will just let go of his manoizquierda. Continued holding the right, slightly, on his wrist.
He saw
wearing a silver ring on his right dedoíndice, carved with a delicate design of birds in flight. He lacabeza bowed, her wet black hair fell forward, she podíaver his face. He ran his fingers lightly over the surface of the glove. Habíacuatro pearl buttons that closed at the wrist, and cuandopasó buds on them, were opened and the pad of his thumb acaricióla bare skin of his wrist, where the blue veins pulsing.
She nearly jumped out of his skin. "Will."
"Tessa," he replied. "What you want from me?"
He was still stroking sumuñeca inside, making strange delicious things to your skin and nerves. Sesacudió his voice when he spoke.
"I ... I understand you."
He peered through his eyelashes. "Esrealmente necessary?"
"I do not know," said Tessa. "I'm not sure quenadie can understand you, except posiblementeJem."
"Jem does not understand me," said Will. "He cares about me ... how can unhermano. It is not the same thing. "
" Do not you want him to understand you? "
"God no," he said. "Why should sabermis reason to live my life like I do?"
"Maybe," said Tessa, "he simplementequiere know there is a reason."
"Does it matter?" Said Will gently and quickly unmoved, he slipped completely out of his glove hand. The room airefrío hit the bare skin of his fingers with a crash, and unescalofrío went through the whole body of Tessa, as if he had found so it suddenly naked in the cold. "Perhaps the reason is important cuandono nothing you can do leg change things? "
Tessa sought and found an answer ninguna.Estaba trembling, almost too loud to talk.
"Are you cold?" Cordoned off with his fingers, took her hand and pressed it to her cheek. She was startled by the heat febrilde your skin. "Tess," he said, his voice was thick and soft with desire, and they leaned toward him, swaying like a tree whose branches were cargadasde snow. His whole body was suffering, she suffered, comosi had a terrible empty space within it. Will was aware, had never model been for something or someone else in his life, the weak brilloazul under his eyelids half closed, the shadow of ligerorastrojo through his jaw where he had not shaved, the White débilescicatrices dotting the skin of his shoulders and throat ... and more flutes of his mouth, it is growing, the slight depression in the centrode his lower lip. When he leaned over and wiped his lips Through his own, she got up as if it might otherwise drown.
For a moment their mouths were pressed juntasacaloradamente, Will free hand tangled in her hair.
Tessa
LaRod gasped as her arms, her skirt got caught on the ground when he pusofuertemente against him. She put her hands lightly around her neck, her skin was burning hot to touch. Through the thin material sucamisa wet, she could feel the muscles in your shoulders, hard and soft. Losdedos it found the perfect jeweled hair, pulled him and his cabellose scattered around his shoulders, comb the ground and rattled Tessadio a little cry of surprise on his face. And then, without warning, he pulled his hands of it and pushed hard by the shoulders, empujólejos him with such force that Tessa almost fell backwards awkwardly stopped unto itself, resting his hands on the floor behind her.
She sat with her hair hanging to his alrededorcomo a tangled curtain, stared at him in amazement. Susrodillas Will was on his chest moved up and down as if estadocorriendo incredibly fast and far. He was pale, except for dosmanchas red of her cheeks.
"Holy God," she whispered. "What was that?"
Tessa felt her cheeks volvíanescarlata. Was not Will who was supposed to know exactly what that was, and it was she who have suponíadebía away?
"I can not do it," His manosse closed in fists at her sides, she could see them shaking. "Tessa, I think you better leave."
"To leave?" Turned his mind, is sentíacomo if he had been in a warm and safe and without warning would have thrown into frozen and empty darkness. " I ... I should not have been tandeprisa. Sorry ... "
A look of pain flashed across his face desu." God. Tessa. "The words seemed to crawl out Deel. "Please. Go away. I can not have you here. Is .... It is not possible. "
"Will, please ..."
"No." He looked away from him, avoiding his face, his eyes were fixed on the floor. "I'll tell foulbrood want to know tomorrow. Anything. Just leave me alone now. "His voice quebróde unevenly. "Tessa. I beg you. Do you understand?" I'm begging you. Please, please leave. "
" Okay, "said Tessa, and viocon a mixture of amazement and pain crossed lines DeSUS shoulders disappeared. Was very much a horror to have her there, and that WILL be a relief? He stood up, her dress was wet, cold and heavy, their piescasi slipped on the wet floor. Will not move, and looked up; itplayed remained in place on his knees, staring at the floor when Tessa sehizo way through the room and down the stairs without looking haciaatrás.
Soon after, in his room medioiluminada the pale glow of dawn London, Tessa theFallas lay bed, too tired to change clothes ... demasiadocansada Camille, even to sleep. There was a day to many firsts. Laprimera time he had used his power to his whim and discretion, and habíasentido well with it. The first time she had fired a gun. And ... the only first time she had dreamed for years ... your first kiss.
Tessa turned, burying his face in laalmohada. For many years she had wondered what her primerbeso ... if someone would be handsome, if he would, if it would be nice. Nuncahabía imagined her first kiss would be as brief, desperate and wild. Ouch holy water would taste like. Holy water and blood.
[1] apparent reason Did you want to defend or encourage what is false.
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