10/03/2026 01:38

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Of course, I couldn't remember what it was. He kept his hand on my hair, but he lifted his mouth from my neck, just enough so that his breath caressed like heat on the wound he'd made. He frowned down at me, his eyes still peeking over his partially lowered glasses. Saved all the nice people outside the office door.

But I know why she bled out, at least partly why. I don't think it's a good idea, Anita. The last time Damian had gone mad, he'd killed several people, butchered them, not just fed. Bert, either tell me the truth, or get away from the door.