16/03/2026 07:45

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I yelled to Micah and Nathaniel, Take Ronnie's car and go home. I did not love Nathaniel, not the way I needed to, but the look in his eyes left no doubt how he felt about me. Let's just say that I feel better going off to raise the dead, knowing that Lisandro is sitting by that coffin with silver ammo, and a willingness to shoot. It was like being caught in an endless loop of pleasure; one body's release, bringing the other, until we ended in a sweating, bloody pile on the floor.

Cripple him, how? Any vampire that I know would have noticed things, Zerbrowski. Not in the way you mean, I said. No, I said, and sort of pushed Micah in front of me and pulled Nathaniel behind. I knew I was feeling better, because faintly, I could hear what Nathaniel was feeling.