I am going to die, her brain recited calmly. I am going to be stabbed until I am died. How infuriating. I have so much left to do.
Claire LegrandTags: humor
But it's hard to leave a place when you're tied to it by fear, when it's broken you with fear, when it's all you've ever known.
Claire LegrandTags: fear
Being nothing felt quite the same as being something. Maybe she had never been something at all.
Claire LegrandThis marking, said Victoria, running her finger over a knot in the bark. What does it look like to you?
It looks like a heart, said Lawrence. He put his fingers on the knot too. They brushed Victoria's, and he drew back. I mean, not that I think about things like that, or--well, you know.
But how can she change a person like that? said Victoria.
She just can. I'd never have thought before, ever, that I could hate music and want to leave it behind, but now--
Lawrence Prewitt, said Victoria. Her voice was shaking, but she stood up and put on such a fierce dazzle that even Donovan seemed to wake up. Don't you dare ever start talking like that again, or when I get out of here, I'll leave you behind with the gofers. Lawrence smiled. I've missed your threats, Vicky.
If you weren't, well, you--I'd want to kiss you right now. It was fortunate that the room was so dark. Victoria's cheeks turned bright red.
Claire LegrandYou were looking for me?
Victoria wondered if she would be red for the rest of her life. Yes.
Isn't that something. Perfect ice queen Victoria looking for skunkish old me.
They headed back into the maze of gardens. The shrubberies seemed to crawl. Victoria ignored them, pushing past thorns and brambles and suspiciously roachlike leaves, concentrating not on them but on the pinching grip of Lawrence's fingers. Hmm, she thought. I suppose this is actually somewhat useful. She didn't so much mind holding his hand from that moment on.
Claire LegrandHe lived in a dreamer's world of ivory keys and messy shirts, unconcerned with the people around him.
Claire LegrandTags: music dreamer keys piano
I’m not like her. I don’t steal people.”
Mr. Tibbalt watched her, saying nothing.
The silence made Victoria bristle. “Well, I don’t.
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