You seduce Stefan and Pierre with your soft eyes, your soft voice, into helping you—even knowing that I'd punish them for it! You are the Devil, Karl. And their hands… those were not hands on the ends of their arms but perfect little vampire faces with slanting green eyes and red mouths agape. Please let her go. The prospect of him leaving her was devastating, to be denied with all her strength.
He touched her shoulder and she wrenched away. I must explain something about him, although he won't thank me for it because he hates people to know. Obviously that vampire left its lair centuries ago, and I can't think who it could have been. I would not tell you if I did.
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