Kristian ascended a floorless canyon, light flowing violet and amber around him. She had the type of strong-boned face that didn't seem to age, although she was only five years younger than Charlotte's father. The voice was soothing; the gentle Austrian accent burningly familiar after all these months. Why are you here? she said dully.
I shall have to watch you grow old and die, my daughter, while I remain here like a stopped clock on a desolate lan Don't you realise he might have killed you too, had David and Anne not arrived at that moment? ything in him that's… pitiless? Evil? To her surprise, Charlotte did not leap to defend him. Now he realised that their eyes were full, not of love, but of twisted hatred.
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