The story so far:
122: “I’ve never lied to you,” Sass said angrily, the covers pulled up over her breasts. Her tangled hair fell into green eyes gone cold as ice.
123: “You know this is how I am, who I am.” “Damn you,” I sobbed in answer and my fumbling hands found the death-stone in the drawer. “Damn you!”
124: “Why can’t you just accept me for who I am?” she demanded as I turned to her, her dark little gift gripped in my hand.
125: Strong hands grip me from behind. The spell breaks, the mirror mists, the memory vanishes.
126: “Why couldn’t I just accept her for who she was?” I ask the detective. “I dunno,” he says coldly. “Now turn around and face the wall.”
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