I gave him my eyes and let him see what I thought of what Clair had said. I was more cautious, scanning the area as I moved to join them, my gun pointed at the ground, but held two-handed, ready to go back up. He let go of my wrist, as if now we didn't need it, we had another pulse, another, sweeter place to explore. Your funeral.
I could feel it. My voice was breathy, but I was a touch calmer. But men don't have to worry about it. They seemed to consider me almost more dangerous than the vampires.
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