Richard didn't take comfort from me anymore, or at least he didn't without making me pay for it later. There were three blondes who could have been Ronnie, but when they turned, I realized they were so not Ronnie. The bad guys had sent us Richard's mother's finger in a little box, along with a lock of his brother Daniel's hair. Big enough for you? He snarled at me, flashing fangs that looked too big for his mouth.
I moved off of his shoulders enough that he raised up more, and Richard's eyes were wide. The car was parked right next to the woods. Nathaniel took my hand as soon as I got close enough to be touched. I saw Belle Morte stretched in the big bed, surrounded by candlelight.
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