He tried to turn around and look at me, but apparently that hurt too much. All I could taste was blood. Morgan had been told she'd be kidnapped by murderous vampires, she'd have left us a nice, less glamorous face shot. He's forbidden his vampires to do shit like this.
It couldn't be kept up forever, but for awhile. That I'm never going to do anything to make how I feel about Jean-Claude, or Micah, or Nathaniel, or Asher, or, hell, Damian, okay. once, but recently we'd had a sort of palace coup. The turn of his head tugged on his hair, and I had a second to decide whether I would let it go, or keep it.
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