I could not, however, because I was too weak from the fight. Yes, but I fed elsewhere, he said dismissively. She always had mixed feelings about staying here—she loved the house and grounds, disliked her aunt—but this time she had welcomed the chance. Even the lowest layers of the Crystal Ring will drain your warmth and strength.
Suddenly there was a raging anger twisting up inside; she felt out of her mind with it. Aunt Elizabeth was on the other side of the bed, her bony face dry but taut, showing her age. It's such an ugly word for such beautiful creatures. Please forgive me.
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