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t captivated by the jewelled amber irises, just as she had been the first time they were alone. She almost fell as they released her, but Stefan caught her—a gentle action at odds with the violence he had just shown her. Ich kann nicht… kalt, zu kalt… Can you hear me? She pulled at his arm. I did not touch them—but I could have done, Karl.