The first foe in the field, I said, and let him draw me closer. He shook his head. Sorry, luv. In a different century it would have been demon, possessed, damned.
Blake, check it out. He moved himself in and out of me in long writhing waves of his body. I bit harder, shearing through the skin with teeth that were made for tearing. I promised not to poke at things anymore.
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