She gave a small shake to her head, a stubborn look coming over her face. I was on my stomach, and I couldn't move. He fished an ashtray out of the mess. I was having trouble swallowing, and it had the familiar taste of panic.
Going to fuck while you have the chance? Richard growled at him, and I made a small sound. It was cold, so cold. My eyes were, for a moment, what they'd be if I'd been a vampire. A girl can't be coffin-bait for the Master of the City and be a good girl.
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