Ankyra Sound no sorrow or pity for leaving i feel

not good.
erzulie could not recall the last time that she had wept, truly wept, and she would not now. not here, not before caiaphas. but grief trailed its cold fingertips along the strings of her heart, and she swallowed the burgeoning lump in her throat. "have dey taken her, den?" she asked. it was the only logical alternative to murder, for as far as she was able to see, rosalyn's body was not here.