Not my fear, but my frustration. All I had to do was call Jean-Claude. He looked awake now, awake and almost scared. But he leaned in toward me, his mouth half-parted, and I could smell the blood inside his mouth.
He drew back, laughing and breathless. Nathaniel kissed me, very lightly on the shoulder. Counting the bite mark on her chest, that made seven. I put the Browning in its homemade holster in the head of the bed.
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