"--CAN'T, YOU CAN'T! Please, don't die, don't die, don't leave me, no-no-nonono HELP! Someone help! PLEASE! Help me please!!"
He had gone white. Whiter than he had been when I'd found him, dying in an alley. But, then, he'd been much dirtier then too.
His hands, which had been on the sides of my head the last time I checked, had twisted up tightly against my sides, right under my armpits and above the firm line of the leather waistcoat of my dress. I could feel the faint burn of scratches I hadn't had there before.
I blinked as he continued to shriek at me, utterly thrown back by this violent reaction.
The door swung back with a bang on the wall as Milly and Hal rushed in.
"Gracious, what's going on?" asked Milly. Her face was still red and sweaty from working over the ovens of the ki
