The buildings seemed crowded together, tall and dark, skewing away at impossible angles. She almost fell as they released her, but Stefan caught her—a gentle action at odds with the violence he had just shown her. An idea came to her, a reprieve. He stared at his limbs; he was physically unchanged, unhurt.
She had eaten without hunger or revulsion, without tasting anything. Even though my lessons were lost upon you, you have somehow learned the rules of the masquerade in another way. I surely hope you haven't a hangover, said Anne, because it's a perfect morning to go riding. Ah, too much to tell you, really.
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