I smiled back, because he was sooo right. He writhed on top of me. The color told me it was Gregory, because Nathaniel was black in leopard form. I didn't exactly dislike him, but he wasn't my friend.
It wasn't just the body, it was Richard looking down at me. He shook his mouth like a dog with a bone, and I swallowed a scream. When he dropped the knife, I thought I'd been wrong about seeing the knife in the other vamp's chest, but no, the bastard had stabbed him and had plenty of knives left. You're holding the ardeur in check while you talk to me mind-to-mind, in a room full of lusty women? Oui.
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