“…you become flesh and blood and remake your life, but the ghosts of what happened don’t go away completely.”
—Laurell K. Hamilton.
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HARRISON SILVERS
“Sean? Lizzie? What the hell is going on out here? Are we having a party?” Harry asked as he hurriedly passed and elbowed his way forward around the crowd to stand next to the couple. He pouted, crossing his arms, “Why didn’t anyone invite me?!”
“You see a lot of people outside and a party is the first thing on your mind?” Lizzie asked, a distracted, slightly hysterical laugh soon following after.
“Then what the hell is this?” Harry gestured around them, his arms moving and spreading into a theatrical arc, “What's with the audience?”