Only Richard's grip and the vampire's desire to bite him would keep him from tearing into me during the process. I'd met Belle, secondhand, through a metaphysical possession or two. What did you say? I said, I'm sorry. His lips held a slight smile.
She hadn't said I could sit down, but she hadn't said I couldn't either. I got your back. Enough, I said, I think we've made the point. Fine with me, keep your enemies scared and guessing.
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