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 | | I couldn't - and I'm sorry, Victoria, I'm sorry to hurt you - but I couldn't let that happen." "Vicki," Julia said again, soft and tender, just like always, good ol' Julia Hoffman, always coming through with her kindness and her sedatives, "Vicki, Barnabas is right. |
 | | "Victoria!" Barnabas cried out; his love for her crashed against him like an icy wave of the water below them, searing him, blinding him, that need to protect and defend her, and he rushed forward. |
 | | There was fire inside her - it flared up brightly for a moment - but then the ice came, and it was so familiar, a blessed relief, and it quenched the fire, dowsing it to ashes, and then she was all over cold and numb. |
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