Is there a bathroom? I asked. I was burning out, or maybe I'd already burned out and hadn't realized it. I frowned at him. If you died at the hand of a priest, you died knowing it served a greater purpose.
I answered his question or he wouldn't answer mine. He wore black sandals set with turquoise, which strangely I hadn't noticed when he was wearing all the severed body parts. He pressed his body the length of mine, one hand cupping my turned head, the other playing down the line of my body. Edward used to do that all the time.
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