Now, I was still left with Avery at my feet and the others still staring at me, still waiting, still wanting. It was Lieutenant Rudolph Storr, head of the Regional Preternatural Investigation Team. How was work? I asked. He nodded.
He opened his mouth, then glanced behind him. He kissed me, and I let him, because if I drew back from it, fought it, there were other ways to feed, other ways that would leave him bleeding and dying on the floor. My shower had beaten the record for speed, but it was still quite a drive from the Riverfront. But, I don't understand, why can't he -she made a waffling motion with her hands- perform tonight? Richard saved me the lecture.
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