Oh, please, Ms. Neither of us expected him to be able to link up with the zombie. Had his knowledge that these were humans that trusted us. Come to us, ma petite, come to us, and let us build a fortress behind which our people, all of our people, may be safe.
My hands grabbed at his shirt, handfuls of cloth, as if I couldn't get close enough, or hold on hard enough. So it hadn't been my fault, but my choices had been limited to taking Nathaniel and possibly killing him, or letting Jason take one for the team. That last he said out loud. Connecting the mundane to the past is the Lover's card.
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