“Thomas,” he said. “His name is Thomas.” The silence grew as she stared at him for long moments, the gray of her eyes deepening to charcoal. She finally spoke. ‘You must live another four centuries, Ballard, as must I. Any less and I’ll feel cheated of loving the finest man I’ve ever known.” Ballard dragged her into his arms and buried his face in her hair. “My beauty,” he whispered in her ear. “If we lived a thousand years, I’d still feel cheated.”
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