I love you, I said, and I slid behind the wheel. I looked down at my blood-covered chest and the wound that was still seeping. I'm not sure Damian is exactly in the boyfriend category, but he is my vampire servant, and he deserves better than he's been getting from me. It was like we were caught in an endless loop of pain and pleasure, and the line from one to the other blurred.
That's why you're calling me on the phone, not mind-to-mind. I didn't faint, but I don't know how, because sitting across from Richard and watching Clair butter his biscuits made me wish I had. Arnet was standing beside me, looking down at the body. I had enough trouble running my own life, I didn't want someone else's.
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