Isn't this a conflict of interest for you, shooting up your boyfriend's vampires? These are bad guys, Sheriff, they don't belong to anybody. Not afraid that he'd hurt me, but afraid to see the same look on my face he'd seen on Clair's. He was handsome enough, but without the ardeur's heat, he was still a stranger, and I didn't lust after strangers. There was also a line.
The smell of fresh blood overwhelmed the subtler scent of the blood that pulsed under his skin, but somehow lapping at the bloody wound wasn't enough. It helped me steel myself for what I was about to see. I threw myself to one side, rolling over the back of the couch. Adrenaline will do that to you.
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