Kane’s POVI was shocked when I saw Grandmother looking so frail and wan. Even so, her grip was strong, and I lowered my face to hers, allowing my lips to brush her pale cheek.“Leave us,” I said to Selene, who was hovering without aim.She opened her mouth to protest and hesitated. I knew it was what she really wanted, to leave this place which bore all the hallmarks of sickness and impending death.For once, I couldn’t blame her.“They got me, Kane,” Dorothy whispered. “I wish I’d been more careful.”“I should never have left the pack.”“Nonsense.”The choked word brought on a coughing spasm which lasted for long minutes. Knowing what usually followed I searched for her inhaler, but she waved it away.“We’re still waiting to hear from Elvis,” I said.Her lips cracked into a smile and I realised how that sounded.“I made a list,” she said.I found it afterwards. It was headed, “People I don’t trust,” and I marvelled both at the simplicity of it and at the sharpness of a dying brain.
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