n her veins cooled, leaving behind a desolate, frozen landscape. There was

ftened into pathetic little whimpers. "Jules, please, stop," she whispered, her

tightened, his belief in Bianca's sweet nature and

mur of comfort, before turning his wrath back

was staggering. "Apologize?" she asked, h

he growled, his voice dro

because of me. I... I should go." She made a show of trying to stand, the

nsified, and black spots danced at the edges of her vision. The adrenaline that had fueled her counterattack was gone,

s furious breathing, Bianca's crocodile tears-it all s

toward the door, her gaze fixed on Bianca. "Get out," she manag

, the light in the room dissolved into darkness, and her body

shot out on

reality against his chest. He expected the cold, limp feel of a faint, b

er face, now slack and unnervingly pale beneath the streaks of blood. Her lips were tinged with

ion shift so completely,

ulder. "Get your clothes on," he said to Bianca, his voice clipped a

assed Bianca. He looked at her, really looked at her, for the first time s

asked, his tone laced with a new, unwelcom

fast. "It was broken, just spraying water everywhere. I didn't want to b

second longer before turning and carrying Alici