Some had been in the Weisskalt for centuries, some only a few years. Karl saw Dr Neville grip his daughter's arm, a talismanic gesture of denial. There were no signs of a break-in, no one heard anything; not a single clue. It was enough, though, for her to see that he was attractive, imposing.
She wanted him to deny it. Oh 'Lord, David, don't take any risks… Long moments of silence. But if I faced death and found nothing to fear in it, why do I fear my own family? Why fear their opinion? And Kristian, of course— Karl stopped, cursing himself for having mentioned the name.
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