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“I have to have you,” she said, almost gently, as if she was breaking bad news to someone. “You have to be mine. You are mine.”

“I have to have you,” she said, almost gently, as if she was breaking bad news to someone. “You have to be mine. You are mine.”

When Ari opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a splendidly potted and cared-for Barmensis nobu sitting on a small table across from her bed.

“Don’t ask me to let you go. Do you understand? Do not ask me.”

“There is no ‘should,’” Assistant said softly. “Not when it comes to this. Forget ‘should.’” She stroked Ari’s back, and Ari shivered. “Trust me,” she murmured. “Trust me.”

The experience is better lived than not / better the bones than the untilled grave.