No one was allowed hair more yellow than hers, eyes more blue, or breasts larger. So it hadn't been my fault, but my choices had been limited to taking Nathaniel and possibly killing him, or letting Jason take one for the team. He'd gained from Jean-Claude and me, just like Jean-Claude had, like I had. I had to kill them to raise the dead, but I could make it as painless as possible.
I was more cautious, scanning the area as I moved to join them, my gun pointed at the ground, but held two-handed, ready to go back up. I was not cute. I would be willing to share that wealth, Miss Blake. I'd kissed this mouth less than two hours ago, and it wasn't the same mouth.
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