Hadn't he begged me just this morning to set my teeth in his throat and draw blood? I didn't trust him to be . The plate fell and broke all over the floor. Richard was sitting at the kitchen table on the side nearest the door. You just won't let this go, will you? I shrugged.
I took a few deep breaths, and I was steady. Her eyes were suddenly cop eyes, maybe a little more hostile than they needed to be, but cold and looking at me as if she could see into my head. You're talking about Belle Morte, aren't you? He nodded, again. They could have caught him again, but why? It was my blood he needed.
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