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of a startled animal. For a moment she hesitated in her step. The nurse read it wrongly and gripped her
upper arm. Kat pulled away, yet her eyes never strayed from him, not for a moment. In the endless
bubbling talk of the room, he saw her mouth form his name.

AlekтАЩs mind swirled. And then he was alone with Kandy Kat, here in this crowded room. She had long
red hair, swept high and cascading down and adorned with ribbons of white roses. Her eyes glimmered
cheekily with her smile, like a young girl with secrets. The corsage on her wrist was white. White roses,
because she loved them. Her dress was blue satin. Blue satin, white roses. She would be married in blue
satin, she said. She swore it. One day...

She shone like a dazzling summer day, all light and life.

And then Alek turned away, KatтАЩs brilliance burning against his darker eyes.

2

Can we go now?Debra asked.

Alek patted his face down with cold water from the tap of the menтАЩs washroom, and then reached for a
paper towel from the dispenser on the wall. His face still felt hot and his eyes still burned from the
florescent lighting, but otherwise he felt all right. He hadnтАЩt fallen apart, at least. тАЬWeтАЩll go when IтАЩm
finished.тАЭ

Well youтАЩre certainly finished.

тАЬDebra...тАЭ He looked up into the mirror over the vanity. It was a nice washroom, very posh and new,
and the mirror was framed by milk-glass morning glories. Yet Debra was dressed as she usually was: a
skimpy red silk dress and a black wolf coat, her hair pulled high into a long ebony ponytail that just
brushed the small of her back. Her eyes and mouth were dusky, smirking, evil, and, as always, alluring.

He hated it when she made him feel this way.

тАЬHow do you do that?тАЭ he asked.

Do what?

тАЬStay here. How can you be here?тАЭ

Why does the sun come up in the morning?

тАЬThatтАЩs not an answer,тАЭ he said.

Debra gave him a pouty look and put her hands on her hips.
 IтАЩm still not used to this. How did you get used to things like this? Debra was dead. She had been gone
since he was thirteen years old. Yet here she was, a grown woman that existed in this enchanted glass.
There she was, taunting him. Plying him with her charms. She was voracious, jealous, and completely
infuriating. And yet...he loved her. At times the need for her was so great he thought he should die of it.

She put her hand on the glass and smiled at his thoughts.