The crowd broke like a wave and began to flee in all directions as out of the east came three German warplanes, low and lower, deafening, descending like hunting hawks on Le Cheylard.
“Let’s return to Alice,” he said. “We’ve a wedding to pull off—and then a procedure to perform [blood transfusion]. I rather fancy the wedding will be the more difficult.”
Now she smoothed Elena’s hair back in place, cupping her forehead with a hand at the side of each eye, where it always hurt when she was upset. “I stayed for you.”
“You're the best person I know, Magali,” he said low. “But I meant every word I wrote. I'm sorry. I'll be in touch if they need anything else.” And he walked away from her through the patches of moonlight and shadow, leaving her clenching her useless fists by her sides.
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