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        Theweightinherlowerabdomengrewheavier,bulgingfaintlybeneaththesheet.

        Almostthere.Almost.

        Reyacouldn''tsitupproperly.Shebentherlegs,half-recliningagainsttheheadboard,herfeetplantedonthemattress,herhandsgrippingthecarvedbedframe.Sweatbeadedonherforehead,heramethysthairclingingtohercheeks,makingherdelicatefaceappearghostlypale.

        Afaintmoanbrokeinthedarkness.Soft,asifsqueezedoutfromthecracksinthewoodenfloorboardsbeneaththebed.Ifonelistenedclosely,itwasalmostindistinct,yetitcarriedanachingresonance,asifdredgedfromthedepthsofhersoul.

        Tick.

        Thepinkalarmclockonthenightstandclickedasthehourhandpassedone.Reyaexhaledinrelief.Themoonlighttetheredtoherforeheadsuddenlysnappedfree,recoilinglikeabrokenrubberband,instantlyretreatingbacktothecream-coloreddesk.Besideit,ablue-coveredtextbook''spagesflutteredfaintly,asifbrushedbyaphantombreeze,beforesettlingbackintostillness.

        TheonlysoundleftintheroomwasReya''sraggedbreathing.Everythingwasnormalagain.Asifnothinghadhappened.

        Halfanhourlater,shesatupagain,wipingthesweatfromherbrowwiththebackofherhand.Shesweptherlong,violethairoveroneshoulderandcarefullyliftedthesheet.Beneathlayaclusterofgrape-sizedvioletorbs.

        Fromthenightstand,sheretrievedaslender-neckedglassbottle,pullingoutthewoodenstopper.Withherslenderfingers,shepinchedeachorbonebyone.

        Pop.Pop.Pop.

        Thecolorlessliquidinsideseepedout,collectinginthebottle.Thepurplehusksshriveled.Withalightrubbetweenherfingers,theycrumbledintodust.

        Shecountedthem.Forty-eight.

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