I finished the poem with my face pressed against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, that truly beat with my blood. I hesitated, and that was enough. Tried to nail anything and everything I had between me and Jean-Claude, but his voice came through. I assume the questions about Belle's line were not idle then.
God, I did not need someone else's nightmares. That's it. You don't do what Raina and Gabriel and some others did, but you can be a little in without being a sexual sadist. I'd just begun to get the reactions from people who thought I was a lycanthrope.
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