I'll explain everything in detail, but later, please, Jean-Claude. I whispered, That didn't help, Jean-Claude. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it. He could have been a foot shorter, and with that much power rolling off of him, he would have seemed huge.
Then I had an idea. A claw curled into the wet sheets on one side, and that claw was a black-furred hand. The pure brown of his eyes like chocolate, the look in them already a little unfocused, when all I'd done was lay my cheek against his thigh and breathed out along his testicles. He was seeing what I was seeing, not good at a murder investigation when the vic had been done in by vamps.
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