She didn't have to, Nathaniel said. God knows what the stories said now, probably that he'd hit me, which he hadn't, but what he'd done had been bad enough. The return may be more violent than I would like, ma petite. Once I'd stopped being afraid of it, it felt so good to be with the dead.
Except for Asher, Jean-Claude prefers his meat of the gentler persuasion, always did. It hurt to see anyone's eyes full of such pain. Something else was happening, something darker, something worse. I tasted the fear of that on my own tongue.
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