Only Richard's grip and the vampire's desire to bite him would keep him from tearing into me during the process. I fed, and when I looked up from his body, I saw my eyes reflected in the mirror. Maybe, but all I know is that I'm reduced to feeding off the church. I shook my head.
Before that one movement, I'd wondered what the hell he was doing here. He joked and chastized and flowed through their hands like muscled water. I'm going into the bathroom again, and this time I'm staying there until I'm called, or until I feel the ardeur rise. Nathaniel gave me a little flicker of a look that said as clearly as if he'd spoken, Be nice.
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