Watching Jean-Claude and Asher burst into flames as they came through the door would probably have put a damper on the festivities. Belle never chose people who weren't pretty, but some afterward were more beautiful than before. Her hand brushed the butt of my gun, and that made her pause, but only for a second. He kissed her as if he were trying to breathe her down through his mouth.
His face relaxed a little just because she'd reached for him. I'd loved my dog, but she'd died. I was getting cold again. But he leaned in toward me, his mouth half-parted, and I could smell the blood inside his mouth.
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