Crushes Wester's throat

Wester staggered and almost toppled off the roof after his hand. Larten
grabbed the guard and held him by the pale gray cloth of his jacket. Wester
was defenseless now, unable to strike back. Blood spurted from his wrist,
soaking the pair of them. The fight was over and both vampires knew it.
“I… love… you,” Wester moaned pitifully.

“I love you too,” Larten whispered, then dug his fingers into the soft
flesh of his best friend’s throat and crushed it. As Wester’s dying gurgles
were whipped away by the wind, Larten wrapped his arms around him and
howled at the sky like an agonized wolf, floods of tears streaming down his
cheeks, clutching his blood brother tightly as the warmth seeped from his
limp, lifeless form.

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The Saga of Larten Crepsley: Brothers to the Death, Chapter 19