Even to Karl it was unspeakably menacing. Her lips were dark against the paleness of her face, her eyes circled with shadows of tiredness and strain, but that only seemed to accentuate her beauty. Her sister's love was not only unexpected; it was—she felt—undeserved. From a certain height, Charlotte could see that the flow of the landscape was not random but angled in a constant direction, like a wind current.
What possessed her to marry him? But Charlotte remained in her seat, her expression set. When I sensed vampires inside, I had no choice but to come in. It's only a dream. Now I understand what to do… But the awful, impossible thing was that she wanted that comfort from Karl.
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