A smile spread hesitantly over the lined features. I want to be cruel to you but I can't. Selfish, arrogant, uncaring, guiltless—like father, likefile:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Freda%20Warrington%20-%20A%20Taste%20of%20Blood%20Wine. Six feet from her, on the other side of the glass, she saw Karl staring in at her.
Suddenly she was very aware of the ancient house that contained them, its silence and shadows. He imagined the soft weight of her hair on his hands, gold frost glinting on brown… Simply not to be alone with this despair. How she'd hurt him. It was as if she'd sensed danger the very first time she'd seen him, and had the sense to flee before he could have this effect on her.
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