Thanks to my ties to Jean-Claude, master vamp of the city, I healed fast, very fast. The werehyenas hesitated, forming two groups one to either side of the vampires. The refugees out there would never treasure him,welcome him, or build proud legends around him. Belle's voice echoed through my head, You will feed us.
His shirt was a foam of white frills at chest and wrist, like a tamed cloud. He needed healing, and I didn't know how to do that. Another man ripped into the center of the group and snapped a fist into the mouth of one of theboys chanting the slogan. You're left with just Jean-Claude, and Nathaniel, but Nathaniel isn't enough of a romantic threat to keep Jean-Claude at bay, and suddenly there's Micah.
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