A loss that tightened my throat, made my chest hurt. Oh, God, stop. One hand stayed on my leg, but the other hand moved up the line of my thigh. I could guarantee it.
Can't we just fuck at home later? I asked. But I had dropped just enough of my shields to know exactly where Edwin Alonzo Herman's grave lay. Even Damian went still for that frozen moment. Who'd you feed off of tonight? The question threw him, and he blinked at me like a rabbit in headlights.
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