"There's one there. A funny little line." Drusilla tilts her head back. "And a bright one."
She shudders suddenly. "They're like eyes watching us. Bright eyes, looking down on us. I don't like it, Spike. I don't like them." Her hands go to her head; she knots her fingers into her hair and pulls.
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She shudders suddenly. "They're like eyes watching us. Bright eyes, looking down on us. I don't like it, Spike. I don't like them." Her hands go to her head; she knots her fingers into her hair and pulls.
"I don't like it. I don't like it."