One feeding through you took care of it, for this long? He sighed, and he sounded tired, because he was still shielding too hard for me to feel it. You get the gaze with the fangs, I said. Nathaniel seemed to appear from nowhere. I was staring into Richard's solid brown eyes from inches away, almost as if I'd moved in for a kiss, but it hadn't been his mouth I'd been aiming at.
I grabbed the front of Requiem's shirt. He was warm, warm with the blood he'd taken from me, but his wasn't the heat of the werewolf, and sitting side-by-side wasn't as warm as sitting in someone's lap. He isn't a hustler. He slid his arm across my shoulders tentatively, awkwardly.
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