And I am not the one, ma petite, that has fucked another vampire, a lesser vampire, one of my own underlings. I could smell that wonderful musk, the calm of pine and leaf mold, but the look on his face was anything but calm. She looked away from me and shook her head. They had rights, and you couldn't just kill one of them simply because they were a vampire.
We didn't have time to say yes or no or anything. They were just walking corpses to me once, and making them lie down and be still hadn't felt like murder to me. It mattered that I was trapped and helpless and at their mercy, and the entire scene did it for him. Not by choice.
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