The winters were bitter here, they could have just as easily been frozen off. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. It was an easy one to smell early on, Sebastian had taught her: anything reproductive. His wife met him at the door, and into her hands he delivered his little charge. Knives were worse, especially when you were stabbed back and left traces of your own blood at the crime scene. She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk.
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