d the rest, by touch and vampire trickery, or would that be necromancer trickery? Whatever, staring a The heat of their blood called me to them, made their scent run rich on every leaf they passed, every blade of grass that brushed them, carried that warmth away, betrayed them to me. Look, Jean-Claude, you've never seen what happens around me when I've gone too long between zombie raisings. It made me go look up Hindu religion.
Let me tend your wound. Maybe it was his day job, but he knew how to bring out the best in someone on the dance floor. I'm too tired for sex, Jean-Claude. A part of Raina lived inside me, and nothing I could do seemed able to rid me of her completely.
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