Blood sprayed out, over me and the leaves, a sound like rain. Maybe that was the difference? I hoped so, because anything else would mean that something had gone wrong, really wrong. You're both important to me, Anita. Serial killer, what are you talking about? This is the first kill, to my knowledge.
And if the need arises for you to feed again, what then? Requiem asked. I jumped, because I hadn't heard him slide out of the car. This was something I'd never seen, not in Jean-Claude, not in anyone. I make the blood move in his veins.
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