But let's ask an usher near the back to get Malcolm's attention. The women seemed to take the closer frontal contact as a sign of favor. But he wasn't a master vamp, and I didn't know for certain that he'd heal if I pulled his throat apart. Looks like a knife wound to me, how do you know it was a vampire? The trooper spoke in a voice that was strained low with pain and shock, Bastards flew off with her.
He cupped my right breast in his hand, then took just the tip of it in his mouth, a quick drawing of his mouth over my flesh. I've seen a lot of vamp kills, Zerbrowski, a lot. I could see enough of his face to know that those closed eyes and parted lips weren't from pain. His choice.
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