This vampire was a stranger to me, and not one of our line, but Jean-Claude's certainty filled me, as if it were my own. He spoke, and no one at the tables heard him, just me and security, and the vampire and wereleopard at my back. That made me feel guilty, but part of the real problem was that after I'd let Jean-Claude in that deep, I'd then turned around and had sex with Byron, and let Requiem bite me. Richard's desire for fresh, bloody meat.
Is she wet? Jean-Claude asked. I took his arm and let him walk me to the Jeep, because I wasn't sure I could have walked that far without falling over. I had it happen twice, Bert. Survive first, be embarrassed later.
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