Some of them were still hiding under the tables. He abased himself before me, and I remembered him doing it long ago for the one who had made him. So that even his feedings were not private. her loose, flowing gowns, sitting cross-legged on the bed, which is where she'd have been this late.
I wanted to keep him safe. Or was it six? Eight, Requiem said, or maybe more. He shuddered, and his pulse sped against mine. That bit of metaphysical bravado on the dance floor would have all sorts of consequences later tonight.
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