Part 17:
Jane’s POV:
My hand dropped my side; I had no strength to hold it up myself. Like a puppet, I stood motionless and limp. My eyes, watching Aro, were the only things that moved. I tried not to think of what had happened, but I could erase the memory of Alec being taken from my mind… his silence, his desperate expression, his fear… his eyes, emptying of feeling as he was carried farther and farther away…
I felt like weeping, but I couldn’t. Trapped within my own body, I could do nothing except hope and yearn and remember things I longed to forget, things I wished had never happened....
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