They were both silent for a few moments, looking at each other. However quiet they are, Karl's bound to know they're there. Emotionlessly he said, I wish I had left you in the Weisskalt; or better still, to live and die as a mortal. How long do you mean to keep me here? she asked.
Do you expect me to dress like a nun? She laughed, revealing small neat teeth; no visible fangs. French windows opened onto a double flight of stairs which curved down into the orangery, where fountains pattered like rain under a mass of foliage. With the light shining from beneath, reversing the shadows, his face looked horrible. I suppose it would pass the time, she said, hating the cynicism she felt.
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