Kisten, please don't leave me," I begged, and his eyes opened. "I'm cold," he said, fear rising in his blue eyes. I held him tighter. "I'm holding you. It's going to be okay." "Tell Ivy," he said with a gasp, clenching in on himself. "Tell Ivy that it wasn't her fault. And tell her that at the end... you remember love. I don't think... we lose our souls... at all. I think God keeps them for us until we... come home. I love you, Rachel." "I love you, too, Kisten," I sobbed, and as I watched, his eyes, memorizing my face, silvered, and he died.
Kim HarrisonEdden called the church first,โ she said by way of greeting, her thin eyebrows high as she spotted Fordโs arm linked in mine. โHi, Ford.โ The man reddened at the lilt sheโd put in her last words, but I wouldnโt let him take his arm back. I liked being needed. โHeโs having trouble with the background emotion,โ I said. โAnd heโd rather be abused by yours?โ Nice. (Ivy, Rachel and Ford)
Kim HarrisonI gestured my frustration. โI donโt know. Sheโs much better already. She wasnโt talking half an hour ago. Look at her now.โ We all turned, finding Ceri sobbing quietly and drinking her tea in small reverent sips as the pixy girls hovered over her. Three were plating her long, fair hair and another was singing to her. Okay,โ I said as we turned back. โBad example.
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