She thrust at him, following, almost spitting him as he crashed against the altar, rocking the huge candlesticks and the vessels that stood on it. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. Particles of bullet were embedded in Rhea’s large arm as she swung across the stones in her donated legs. She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. The door is open, so it is needless to ask leave to enter. You mustn’t go clawing after a man that doesn’t belong to you—that isn’t even interested in you.
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