I'm head of security here, Anita. If Jean-Claude were here, we could blood-oath him. He gave a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a sob. His looked better than most, a professional job, not homegrown.
He'd used the vampire marks between us more openly, more intimately than ever before. He moved, and I moved with him, not because I was supposed to, but for the same reason a tree bends in the wind, because it must. I'll deal with it. I felt the bed move on the other side.
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