She gave a small frown. He won't say it, so I will. I loved Richard. It just fucking hurt.
Over the phone without his body posture to go by, or his face, and with him shielding like a son of a bitch, I couldn't tell if he were truly calm, or not. She opened her mouth, as if she was going to say something else, but I was already moving up the table. Richard, you say you like fear with your sex. He was warm, warm with the blood he'd taken from me, but his wasn't the heat of the werewolf, and sitting side-by-side wasn't as warm as sitting in someone's lap.
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