All her talk of sweetness and light, all hermemories of true love, all the lies she wanted us to believ sounded again, the colors had faded, the aliens were gone and theplatform had slid back, the spaceship was quiet and faceless once more. Belle was staring down at us with a look close to rapture on her face. I'd expected Psyche to be Belle Morte, I'd been wrong.
You don't usually take photos from the hip. Belle hadn't only fed her people off of me, she'd been feeding off of Richard, too. He sounded tired. It's not lust you want from me.
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