Okay, so one of the vamps zapped him with its gaze. He sighed, and the sigh seemed to fill the Jeep with echoes. Damian does not speak French, he said in a very careful voice. Misrepresented, not exactly.
I'm fine, Zerbrowski. He clasped his plump hands together. I went around her to the desk and the bandages. The man was tall and dark, the girl was a little taller than me and blond.
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