but then I stop to look into his face. That face I know….I stare …..and run my fingers over his cheekbones …. and oh I think as I stare into such lovely vampire eyes….
this face of his….I know every line and crease ….as if I put it all there myself ….
and want to say—I need you back, that you I knew, but—maybe I don’t say that….i feel the weight of life instead and walk to the door,
“let’s not keep them waiting.”
“Duva—they are trying to arrange our marriage,” he says with an arched brow
I sigh,
“it’s just an arrangement.and…. guess what?—it offers me protection. I don’t care about the sex.”
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