she said with a wide, gleaming smile, holding up her violin in one hand, and her bow in another as she held her arms out to the audience in a gesture of sympathy. “Please return to your seats—it was just technical difficulties. We would now like to give you the finale of a lifetime!” There was ...
But then: “Holly…” The single word she murmurs is so soft, the two syllables like velvet as she speaks them. Like she’s tasting them, savoring them. Savoring my name on her tongue. “Yes?” I try to tell her, but it comes out as a sort of half-cough. Because Virago is reaching out between us, ...
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