For that smile, I'd do a lot. I'd stabbed my share of vamps in my time, and I knew a heart blow when I saw one. He was wearing a muscle shirt, exercise pants, and white socks. Touching made any sort of metaphysical intermingling worse.
Being a girl, that phase had been shorter anyway. I wasn't getting the memory, just his reaction to it. Great, just great. You know what you were doing, and who, so what does it matter? He let out a shadow of that inarticulate scream he'd done before.
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