He was a creature of habit and Kristian knew his haunts, the elegant European cities in which he felt at home. Karl said, I don't know if your father can spare me. Charlotte was asleep. The creature that looked exactly like Karl remained there, staring in at them, radiant in the light of the chandeliers.
Slaying humans for personal reasons was a crime—not against humans but against Kristian's law. Anne ignored it, thinking it was a draught. With his arm around her, Karl took her up the stairs to the top floor, obviously having been here before. Kristian tried to turn away.
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