For a second he felt such a wave of hatred he nearly hurled it in Rupert’s face. She could hear Janey’s cries and moans and hastily shut the window. Despite the heat, he was shivering like a rain-soaked puppy. Rupert can only just hold him, and he’s a sod.
Afterwards they wandered through the cobbled streets of Rome, past shadowy ruins and floodlit fountains, until they found a secluded stone bench to sit on. Hour after hour he turned the pages with his right hand, holding her hand with his left, hoping against hope that she might return the pressure, showing some sign of life. “Must be crazy. Fen tried to check him, terrified of more ravines, but he was quite determined.
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