10/02/2026 06:56

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There was no stopping it, or fighting it. It was a small one, no screaming, no clawing, just that helpless spasming, and not much of that by my standards. He wasn't twenty-years dead, a baby. Edwin, stop feeding.

It was just Jean-Claude and me, but even with only two of us connected, it still felt like Nathaniel's need, or Damian's skin hunger. He can't hurt anyone anymore. There was no mind trick or sex to soften it. Why was I mad?I sat down in my chair, getting out the spare hose that I also kept in a drawer.