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Sal lay on the floor at Leviticus’ feet.  If her heart was still beating it would have stopped.  She knew she was in a crueller world, she knew that Leviticus of all her family needed her help the most.  She ran away from the gathering and her mind began to rationalise everything.  Salvatore was dead, he’d been dead for a long time she guessed, but now he had met final death, and he had only said a week earlier how he no longer wanted to be kindred.  The goddess had a weird way about her sometimes, he had his wish, and she knew her path, now she needed to continue onwards.  She guessed Sal would have wanted her to anyway.