I could smell that wonderful musk, the calm of pine and leaf mold, but the look on his face was anything but calm. He must have scooted closer when Damian finished. I could feel the grave, could feel Edwin Alonzo Herman lying underneath me. Finally, he said, That is most interesting.
I'd used Nathaniel like he was some kind of sex toy, something to bring me pleasure and be cleaned up and put back in a drawer. I leaned over the vampire's face. Nathaniel had his back to the room, but he was close enough to me that I felt his sudden stillness, as he poured coffee and tried to pretend he couldn't hear. He did it the only way he knew how, by forcing my legs apart with his hips, so I couldn't just go to my knees and lift him off.
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