Then he stood up and hailed a fiacre. “Annabel,” she said brusquely. Light flooded the uncarpeted chamber, revealing the decayed state of the place. Wood turned to look at him. His brute strength surged through her veins, she could feel his energy in her heart, his life force stolen like candy from a baby. The world had grown dark and wide, and she was very small.
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