Seven saintly virtues…
“It was me,” she lied, not daring to look back.
His face hardened and he rolled up his sleeves. The muscles in his arms flexed, pythons beneath his skin.
She stared up into his eyes. She’d had a good run, she reasoned. Centuries, in fact.
Celie protested, but she was young, barely a hundred. They wouldn’t listen.
Her mother lifted her chin resolutely.
It would hurt far more than turning had. It would make her wish for death.
As soon as his fangs tore her throat, she knew that to be true.
Even the soulless knew selfless sacrifice for love.
Are your virtues this courageous…?
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