Belle Morte had a little too much class to point out the obvious. The taste was as bad as I remembered, but a few small sips, and I did feel a little better. Immortal, trapped,subject to any torment he could devise for us from the limitless miracles at his command. All I could think was that it brought him closer to me, and I wanted him closer.
You're joking. The servants of our Sweet Mother wake to Belle Morte's command. I didn't want to make you nervous by coming in here armed, but I don't go anywhere unarmed, so I thought I'd be slick, and you wouldn't notice. That was Asher's sneaky way of telling me how bad things were in front of witnesses.
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