![]() Really it is just terror that freezes them that way. She read once that people think rabbits are docile and want to be picked up or played with because of the way they go still when someone reaches out to touch them. Whatever name she calls him by will not be as sweet as what she knew him as: Stephen. She can’t look at him, can’t wrap her mind around what he has become. Her breath comes in shaking fits and starts. The blonde woman in the turtleneck says something about letting them play.Ĭelia can’t hear her over the pounding of her heart. ![]() Before she can begin to maneuver around him she is across the room on the dead man’s lap. She takes a step backward but Pietro’s presence is strong at her back. ![]() Dead, like the others, and she cannot help but think the word despite its crude connotations in polite society. And now she knows the truth: the casket had been empty. It had been a fight to even attend, two days of pleading with her domitor and then paying for it later. She had been to the funeral, seen the casket, watched them lower it into the ground. Celia: She had not thought to see him again.
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