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His world was visibly torn apart,

"What does it do to you? How do you deal with it?

He could hardly speak. Just to hold each other was not enough; again he wished that their hearts could be joined.

And anyway, it didn't matter that he had to leave New Orleans so soon. The city was in his blood. He would be back; there was always time.

Ghost closed his eyes and tried to send Steve strength.

For a few minutes they stood outside the hospital in the cool dawn.

Just before they left the room, Nothing had pulled the shade up. As the first ray of light touched the bodies of Zillah and Christian, their flesh began to smolder and crumble. In less than an hour it was only ash.

The fresh bloodstains were like badges. The smell of them twisted his heart, but he wore them with pride.

Nothing hated to leave so soon. He had spent only two nights here, one of them puking his guts out. It wasn't fair.He smiled, though it barely touched his lips. Fair? How long had it been since he expected things to be fair? If you wanted something, you didn't wait for the world to deal it out to you; you took it.

He nibbled at Christian's torn heart and pronounced it bitter.

"I did it the way I wanted to," he told them, and no one had anything to say to that.

He thought of never again having anyone tell him what to do.
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Life was his now.

But even that was worth something. Nothing was amazed at how calm he felt.

He thought of the cold message he had seen in Zillah's eyes

This was not the way Zillah had planned it. Through all the stupid risks he took

Then there would be no reason to stay.

He didn't have to be psychic to use the phone book, and Christian's bar was still listed. But how do you know about the bar, the long-ago nights empty even at Mardi Gras? How do you know about the room upstairs where a girl gave birth to her own death? These were questions best asked in dreams. Ghost let his feet lead him along.

But as the Chartreuse blazed down, he had felt as if he were drinking those eyes, Zillah's eyes.

He swore at himself. Stupid, stupid—falling for Zillah's tricks, trying to buy their love.

"No. It's not gonna be that way. You can take me to their lair.