What's up, Jean-Claude? Whatever do you mean, ma petite? he asked, and came to sit down on part of the bed near me. You had the perfect excuse, and you don't take it. You're his friend? I nodded. She ran her hands over his skin, but his glance was for me.
You have turned my pomme de sang into his animal form, one of them anyway. What? I asked. He smiled, and even with the sunglasses in place, I knew what his eyes would look like with that smile. Avery laid his cheek against my hand, not rubbing like the wereleopards did, but reminding me he was still there.
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