After I'd seen every inch of the dead woman, when I knew that her pale flesh might dance through my dreams in their plastic shoes, Dolph wanted to talk. What? You didn't see anything, or anyone, but sight isn't the only sensory input you've got. He flashed fangs as he said, Don't be afraid, Anita. He wasn't entirely successful, but he tried.
He turned away, so that all I could see was the back of him in jeans, and the jean jacket that was a few shades bluer than the jeans. Micah appeared in the doorway. Yeah, I'm fucking a vampire or two, get over it. That was almost too smart.
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