Night's Touch (Page 16)
Serafina knelt at Anthony's grave site. Even though his body wasn't there, she visited his grave each week to make sure it had fresh flowers. Sometimes, when the weather was nice, she pretended his body was buried there and she spent the afternoon by the grave, reading to him from a book of poetry; sometimes she told him about Anton and how proud of him she was.
She smiled. "Or maybe I'll let you do that. Would that please you?" she queried. Then, thinking about it, she frowned. "I think we might have to kill them all."
Dropping down on her knees, she pressed a kiss to the top of the headstone. "Rest well, my beloved, until next we meet."