The dancers were all in one corner with a plainclothes detective that I didn't recognize. The look on his face had nothing to do with pain. He looked like he said he was, okay with it. Had I? I stood there for a second with my right hand covered in blood, and I realized that my hand hurt.
I'd been around the shapeshifters long enough to think that was odd. Out loud I said, I fed on you at about two in the morning, which means it's only been eight hours. She tore Melbourne's throat out. There was nothing but lust, and in that moment I understood.
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