end of belt

She bowed her head, gently stroking Thomas's cheek. "Of course."
I started to refute her, but just then the rush of energy from the silver belt buckle petered out. I started trembling violently. The pain of my injuries rushed back over me. Fatigue settled onto me like a backpack full of lead. My thoughts turned to exhausted sludge.
I vaguely remember Justine cajoling me to my feet and guiding me back through one of the curtains to a lavish bedroom. She helped me onto the bed and said, "You'll tell him for me, won't you?" She was crying through a small smile. "You'll tell him what I said? That I love him?"
The room was spinning, but I promised her that I would.
She kissed my forehead and gave me a sad smile. "Thank you, Harry. You've always helped us."
My vision narrowed to a grey tunnel. I tried to get back up again, but I could barely manage to turn my head.
So all I could do was watch Justine slide out of the bathrobe and leave the room to go to Thomas.
And to her death.


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