I wasn't angry, or maybe he was worried about another emotion all together. He was over a thousand years old, and he would never be a master vampire. Why does anger make people pretty? Rage doesn't. I am fresh out of pixie dust, I said.
She was pale, dark-haired, and scared. You've always treated intercourse like it's a commitment, Anita. I glanced at the carpet and for the first time was glad it was a dark woodsy brown. As my lady commands, he said, smiling, and offering his arm.
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