There was enough light from the kitchen, so I, too, left the living room dark. I realized then, that he'd spread my legs so far apart that I really couldn't struggle, not unless I wanted it to hurt. His body was thick and heavy against my thigh, where a moment ago it hadn't been. I'd rolled him the way a master vampire could roll a mortal.
No, Jean-Claude did not come help clean up the basement, but surprisingly, Asher did. I'll just bet he can, she said, and did a polite leer. Why does anger make people pretty? Rage doesn't. Byron literally put his body in front of mine and kept me from touching Nathaniel.
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