I fought my body, fought the amazing sensations that were filling me, fought, because I wanted to see his face. I don't think that's going to come up, I said, but if it does, you'd be our first pick. I found myself staring not into Byron's gray eyes, but at Nathaniel. Richard had pushed himself away from us, until his back met the side of the white couch.
Richard gave me a lazy smile. Blake? Fine, I called back, fine. Why didn't I notice sooner? I've seen bespelled humans bleed to death from tiny wounds, a smile on their face all the way to the end, duckie. The blood I wanted was slow and thick, and holding its hand out to me.
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