Louie won't live with me. His hand suddenly wrapped around my wrist. I'm trying not to lose more pieces of myself, but it's like I can't stop. Now that the master was dead, the newbie vamps were cringing away from the holy objects, just like they're supposed to.
His blue eyes had bled to solid blue light, as if a summer's dusk could burn in his eyes. I might not have said it six months ago, but I'm saying it now. Then stop projecting so hard that I can't help but hear it. I walked over to Malcolm.
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