I think even with the man's presence filling the room, his rich voice riding the air, I'd have felt Olaf's gaze like a cold wind down my spine. Pinotl stood, holding her hand, and they turned to the audience and now both of them had eyes of black flame, spreading over their faces like a mask. His lungs were working better than the other man's, and he drew breath so fast, it was like one continuous shriek. Somehow I didn't like sitting on the nearly deserted road in the freshly spilled darkness.
I can't accept that. No, he said. A soul? I nodded. There was a marked police car sitting out in front of the house.
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