She dragged the broken bottle
across her carotid artery, creating an inch-deep gash upon
her throat. He carried her in his arms up
the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. She pushed between the pews, hoping to reach the sword first, while
desperately holding on to her petticoats to keep them up, as her sword arm
wavered. You'd better lose no time. The young
lady with whom I was dining last night was Miss Anna Pellissier. But how
long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of
skin and bone? Round and round she would go. Her long arms handled the sword with a memorized
ease and grace. Anna held out her hand, and he paused. "Come with me to the Castle. A young man
—almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across
the room to her. But I’d have done it without, though it weren’t my place.
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