If I had to kill a bunch of vamps, having them spread miles apart made my job harder. I was at the door to the Jeep. His hands reached under my arm, the trail of nails tickled, and made me writhe and giggle. The door hung crooked in the frame, and a little light leaked around the edges, but it wasn't bad.
His hands were on the back of the seat, holding us in place, but his neck was bowed, his eyes closed, and h The pulse in the palm of his hand beat against the pulse in my wrist. Do I want to know the number? No, he said. But here and now without Jean-Claude to push me, the word stuck in my throat like it would choke me to death.
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