“You are not afraid.” Those bright blue eyes find hers across the room. “Of death?” asks Alessandro. “Or of you?” Sabine arches a brow. “Consider us the same.” He hums thoughtfully. “I have no fear of death, nor any urge to court it. In fact, I am quite fond of living.” Sabine props her chin on her palm. “And yet,” she says, “you are still mortal. Does Matteo refuse to make you as he is?” “Not at all,” he answers cheerfully. “He has offered many times. But I refuse to let him.” She frowns. “If you are so fond of living, why reject the gift of life?” “Is it life,” he counters, “if there is
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