“…And her hand runs soothingly through his hair, and she rocks him in her arms as if he’s her child, and that body she’s pressing against him so innocently, all that soft, pale flesh of hers, she has not the faintest idea how fragile and mortal it is, and he could weep for her…” - page 100
The walls of doubt and tension have temporarily come tumbling down between Amand and Juliette, finally!
— Apr 02, 2026 09:56AM
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