Until he hit the end of me, and had nowhere to go but to draw himself back out of me, slowly, so slowly. I ran it over in my head, and all I had promised was to let Wicked take my blood and bind himself to Jean-Claude and me. Even thinking it that clearly, I still felt almost nothing. I closed my eyes and let the air out in a long slow sigh.
There was a crowd starting at the door to the club. Because we need to talk. I don't know why, maybe because I hadn't really thought about not being able to get away. But are you feeding? he asked.
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