Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. When he came to a certain sentence in Brendon’s letter he stopped short and looked up at her. "Come, let's be off. I’ll be ready in a moment. “Want to see my fangs?” She asked. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. She moved forward almost indiscernibly, a millimeter. It isn’t illusions—for us. For the first time that day, she was finally able to look into his face. Stars appeared in the periphery of her vision. I make no apology for not being with you now. When next he asked for her, some twelve hours later, he was told that Mademoiselle had left.
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