I may look at you as I looked at Mr.
Kedsty, and then--pop you'd go, quick! And I don't want to be here when you die!" He heard a soft little note of laughter in her throat.

It sent a chill through him.

What an adorable, blood-thirsty little wretch she was! He stared at her bent head, at the shining coils of her wonderful hair.
Undone, he could see it completely hiding her.

And it was so soft and warm that again he was tempted to reach out and touch it.

She was wonderful, and yet it was not possible that she had a heart.