He'd killed almost all the others. Sam, gone. Armand, spared. And Lestat—
Louis' eyes drop to his throat, lift back to his face.
"What would have happened?"
Held behind his teeth are all the things Daniel intuited, drew out of Louis over the course of those weeks in the penthouse. Louis cannot yet say to Lestat, I regretted it even before I finished doing it. Can't tell him that it was that regret Claudia punished him for with long months of fury. Well-deserved, maybe, but Louis couldn't have fed Lestat into the incinerator. He couldn't.
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He'd killed almost all the others. Sam, gone. Armand, spared. And Lestat—
Louis' eyes drop to his throat, lift back to his face.
"What would have happened?"
Held behind his teeth are all the things Daniel intuited, drew out of Louis over the course of those weeks in the penthouse. Louis cannot yet say to Lestat, I regretted it even before I finished doing it. Can't tell him that it was that regret Claudia punished him for with long months of fury. Well-deserved, maybe, but Louis couldn't have fed Lestat into the incinerator. He couldn't.