Murder with magical malfeasance. Relief poured through me, because if his eyes hadn't gone dead, then we'd have had more problems on our hands than I wanted for tonight. I want to encourage you to touch me. Is that what you call it? Look, Arnet, sometimes Nathaniel flirts without really meaning to.
I need to get up. She hadn't asked me a question, so I didn't answer. Jason laughed, and strangely that masculine chuckle translated just fine through the wolf's throat. But I knew what was coming, because I'd fed zombies off my own blood before.
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