I could not live with the knowledge that I had failed you. I was back in the front seat, but I was shaking. There was nothing to fight, not yet, but the urge was still there. She didn't roll over me, she crashed into me, in a mind-numbing, breath-stealing, heart-stopping, swat of power.
I kept shaking my head, trying to run my hands through my wet hair. He looked exasperated, hands on hips, spreading the coat backwards, flashing more of the blue cord as he paced towards me. The more I concentrated, the more of Musette I could see, like a double image, Musette's chest in my physical eyes, and Belle's ghostly overlay in my head. It was all imagination; in that tombthere was no sound.
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