Unfortunately, it had a window, too. That's pretty good, scratchy, yeah. Damian plunged his mouth low in my neck, just above the shoulder. So Bert wasn't the boss anymore.
He looked both afraid and eager, and I didn't understand the look. I was trying not to do that anymore, but old habits, especially bad ones, die hard. I leaned over the vampire's face. Not by choice.
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