“You had to know someone very well to make them laugh like that. She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did not know him at all?”
“She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?”
“And it was at moments like this that she had to remind herself that she was in love with him, or had once been in love with him, a long time ago.”
“She did not want to know what charmhe had used to make her love him so deeply. She did not want to know it wasn’t real.”
“You skin is so soft. Smells like…” She had to tilt him to get this other arm free and hated knowing how badly she was hurting him as she did so. “Sheer, unadulterated fear?”
“She had loved him. He knew this; he had never doubted it. But she had also asked him to kill her. If you love someone that much, you did not lay that sort of burden on him for the rest of his life.”