It was enough to know that the dark wings of flight were no longer broken. He was outraged, powerless. Perhaps it only existed in Charlotte's mind, but it seemed Madeleine's illness and her own secrets were darkening everything. Her protest turned into a cry of pain as he ripped out a strand of her hair.
As they reached the plain, he slid his fangs into her throat and sucked until the sluggish fluid turned into a thin stream of fire on his tongue. Sculpted features, haunting eyes, the glossy hair catching red lights. Oh well, Charlotte wouldn't mind, said Madeleine. html (385 of 711)28-12-2006 21:38:58 A Taste willingly.
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