“So… so… it has been many moons, has it not? We surely felt your absence, didn’t we, Ryan?” Glenn drawled, his eyes darting toward Emily’s twin.“Clearly… we lacked her brand of sheer idiocy,” Ryan growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated in the chilly air of the hall.“Now, Emily… didn’t you claim a desperate need to depart? You had best consume your offering,” Tyler suggested, his face twisted into a mask of false virtue.The fear always gripped Emily when they resorted to claws and jagged words, but she was a thousand times more terrified when they donned the guise of kindness. She knew, with the sinking weight of a stone in a frozen lake, that a week of tranquility was merely the eye of the storm. Her wyrd never failed to provide fresh agony.“Hold… hold…” Tyler barked just as she brought the crust to her lips.“What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.Could he not perceive the simple act of eating?“Nourishing myself,” she muttered, her voice thin in the high
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