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Porphyria drew back and for a moment Nova's heart swooped, she assumed in relief at the suggestion that Porphyria might be getting up, but there had been a suspicious twinge of something else that seemed quite the opposite of relief. Either way, it seemed she wasn't going to get off of her after all. At least she hadn't been in some way offended about the waist touching, perhaps she really hadn't noticed? She couldn't quite dare to hope it, not when she could still feel the palm of her hand tingling with the knowledge of where it had so recently been.

And then her tingling had was all but forgotten. With one syllable and one eyebrow, Nova felt icy terror shoot through her. She was an insect caught in a spider's web. Would Porphyria Dempsey drink her blood and leave her for dead in a graveyard? She spoke again and it was as though her gaze penetrated every inch of her to find her precise weaknesses. Like the cylinder of a lock, every few words she felt the lurch of each pin as it was overcome. By the last, she could hardly bear it.

This was true suffering, whatever it was. Porphyria couldn't know what lurked in the darkest depths of her even though her words, her gaze had seemed to penetrate her so thoroughly, as if she did. But she couldn't. Could she? No, no it wasn't possible. Even Nova hadn't known it was there until mere moments ago, oh how she wished she could unknow it! Like a creature possessed, Nova uttered a mortifyingly loud, guttural whine. Nestled somewhere in the long string of sound had been the word 'both', although she had no recollection of it as she basked in the horror of the noise she had so involuntarily made.

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