10/03/2026 02:36

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I wanted something softer to touch, something to scratch and hold on to, but there was nothing but the cool wood of the desk, and that wasn't what I wanted to touch. I rolled closer to him, curled my body around his legs, laid my head upon his thigh. But she didn't look like a monster as she cringed in the corner, hands as small as my own held up trying to stop what was coming. How can you let that be enough? Don't you want a guarantee that they aren't going to cut your heart out and stomp on it? I'd love a guarantee, but it doesn't work that way.

We could just start asking where Dallas is, I said. It was like restuffing a broken doll. No one, I said, I just heard it that way. I cannot go to most master vampires in the world with these questions.