Then he turned away and went in search of Karl with the taste of her lingering deliciously in his mouth. The state of my nerves, she thought irritably. He didn't want her to be afraid of him; he didn't want to see her unhappy. He laughed noiselessly as he ran, without humour.
Yet in a way, the distraction was a relief. There was real venom in her tone. The scene struck him like lightning. Perhaps it wasn't a cat, just our eyes trying to make sense of a cloud of energy.
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