’ Gerald’s jaw tightened. "It is your son. My concept of the reluctant vampire sprung from a rabid obsession with medieval history, especially the pre-Renaissance era of the Black Plague. Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured meaningless phrases to soothe. Fathers are abandoning their own children at the first sign of fever or buboes, Gianfrancesco! Priests have abandoned their churches. Completely overcome by fatigue, with strained muscles, and bruised hands; streaming with perspiration, and with lips so parched that he would gladly have parted with a treasure if he had possessed it for a draught of water; he sank against the wall, and while in this state was seized with, a sudden and strange alarm. But he seized the chance to entrap her fingers, fan and all, and look deeply into her eyes.
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