I was afraid the way virgins are supposed to be afraid when white slavers snatch them away. I looked at him and knew my face said clearly, I didn't believe him. It is only lately that I have worried that you were so besotted with me that you might forgive me crimes in this lifetime, now. What could it hurt? Oh, hell, don't answer that.
I slid to my knees, still kissing him. You're acting like I stole Nathaniel from you. Every vamp here could press charges, I whispered. I pressed myself against the door, so that the doorknob was in reach.
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