[SAVINA] I stood close to Dante, trying to look like nobody. But it was impossible. 

[Savina] I came. Five times.  

I stop narrating the story and glance at Harvey. He is gazing out of the car window. His nails are back to their normal shapes and his eyes are no longer red.  “What are you?” I ask him.

[Savina] I knew that he hated me at that moment. But I loved it. I savoured it the way he looked so lost. The whiteness of his porcelain face made me happy. I wanted to do worse to him, but then he was the one who had a weapo

[Savina] Dante left with the servant. I was left alone.