Chapter 37 Conversion

• It was the longest week of Patrick's existence. He was in charge of the funeral honors of his wife, (yes, since he had given her his blood to drink, she was no longer his fiancee but his wife) washing her inert body, covering her with a delicate white dress that they had chosen together and waiting.
• The wait seemed eternal, felt overwhelming and maddening. When the seventh day after her death arrived and Kira didn’t wake up, he was overwhelmed by such a state of agony that he was paralyzed with terror for two hours.
• I had screwed it up. She won’t wake up anymore. My beloved