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 HarrisonThis is about KuโSox, isnโt it,โ I said, more of a statement than a question. He made a sighing groan, and I knew it was. โThen youโve met,โ he said, his thoughts clearly on the day-walking demon. โFunny, you donโt look dead.โ His hand touched my chin, shifting it so he could see where Iโd been pixed, the blisters itchy and red. โIโm surprised you survived the little designer dump. I nearly didnโt.
Kim HarrisonAdjustment? She called that an adjustment? How about I adjust her right out of existence?
Kim HarrisonRachel, Rachel, Rachel,โ he said, very still and unmoving. โAlways jumping to the wrong conclusion. Youโre like a frog, you know.
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