I frowned harder. The blond looked up at me, fresh tears giving his blue eyes a reddish cast. I thought he was going to do me by hand, but his finger slid inside me. I guess I couldn't blame him.
The bald vampire touched Charles Moffat's arm. So don't we all, Richard, the difference isn't what you think, it's what you do about it. Blood can't hurt us, Micah said. Problem was, he might have been right.
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