You're scared, aren't you?" Demetri asks, leaning against the wall.
"No. Why would I be?" Heidi answers, lying across the bed, her voice uneasy.
"Yes, te are." Demetri tries again, looking back into the hall, before coming into the room and shutting the door.
"We will get caught!" She growls, before he saunters over, placing a gentle baciare to her forehead.
"So, I Amore you, te Amore me, Aro can't deny us that."
***
"I'm not scared of te Mister." A six year-old Heidi scowls at the man on her window ledge.
"Oh, but te are, I have heard your tears."
"The bombs." She sniffs, padding over to him,...
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