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"I want you however I can have you. I want you brutal, and I want you tender, and I want you at your best and your worst. Saints. I want you, Lorelei.”

"Lorelei, please," she whispered, and the yearning in Sylvias voice nearly undid her. "You must know that I would do anything you ask of me."

“The thought that I might have you terrified me-the thought I might ruin you even more. There is absolutely nothing I can offer you, save my devotion. But if you will have me, I…. I am yours," she concluded.

"What are you looking at me that way for?"
"Do I need a reason to look at you?"

"Do you trust me?" Sylvia asked.
This time, her answer came without hesitation. "Of course I do.

"Live," she repeated. "I'm not sure I know how anymore."
"For now, just breathe." Sylvia slid her palms up to cradle her jaw. "Focus on me. Stay with me."
I have for years, she might have said. How could she not?
But what came out was a bare exhalation. "I'll try."

"I find I've little spirit left to hurt you," Lorelei said, "unless you asked it of me."
Sylvia's breath caught. "Don't mock me."

“Why did you do it? Why did you kill her?"
He seemed surprised. "I didn't."
"What?"
"I didn't lie to you. I do believe in Wilhelm. But if I must choose between them, I'll choose her every time."
Of course. If he hadn't killed Ziegler, then he was protecting whoever did.

"Insults will get you nowhere," she murmured against Sylvias ear. Her voice trembled, just barely.
And her mind went utterly blank when Sylvia shot back, with only a touch of wryness, "Please."

Lorele tangled her fingers into Sylvias hait, and for one moment, she allowed herself to relish the heavy weight of it in her grasp. Then, she pulled hard enough to expose the pale column of her throat. God, Sylvia was so beautiful.