Lucy's dozed off, her head tucked against his chest, his arm draped possessively over her. The blood that had spattered on their bare skin earlier is smeared now, streaks of red like warpaint. The drops on the floor look black in the flickering light from the fireplace, some of them still glistening with wetness
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