Because in that instant, my blood had been Jean-Claude's, and his mine. He was too perfect, so I had to poke at it. That one small touch made me shudder, and close my eyes in a sigh. How many people had they kidnapped tonight?Either Mendez or Derry had used flex cuffs on her wrists.
The guilt hit me like a cold shower, the proverbial slap in the face, and I used it to pack the ardeur away, for another hour or two, at least. I still needed a shower. I think I was going to start struggling. I can pull him apart in pieces, but I cannot pull him off of you.
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