He said you could call him back. I waited for him to lie still, though his eyes stayed like butterflies, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. I can taste your self-control on my tongue. I didn't say stop.
Some of that desperation fell into my voice. It was Belle Morte's fault, the wicked, sexy vampire of the west. What would Nathaniel do when I didn't need him anymore?I drew back from the kiss and watched Nathaniel's face shine at me the way Jessica Arnet's face had shone at him. And if I could wave a magic wand over you and you instantly could control the ardeur, what then? What would you do with Nathaniel? I'd help him find a place of his own.
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