No, don't frown, Anita, if a little vampire magic can take the edge off my anxiety, I'm all for it. Jean-Claude let go of my hand and went to him. He bent over me and licked the blood off my chest, not a quick lick, but thick, long movements of his tongue, as if he'd never tasted anything so good and didn't want to lose a single drop. Enough to both worry and enjoy his bite on my neck.
Nathaniel was at my back rubbing his hands over and over my skin, making soothing noises. Edwin, stop feeding. Once I could only sense vamps that I had a connection to, to this degree, and once it was just a small quiver of recognition. ill impressive, the flat plain of his stomach with its perfect dimple of belly button, the swell of his chest with his nip
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