There was movement in the hallway, and it took everything I had not to shoot the medics as they came through. There were hundreds of them and only a handful of us. This vampire was a stranger to me, and not one of our line, but Jean-Claude's certainty filled me, as if it were my own. Just politeness.
I thought Meng Die drove, and maybe Faust, but I just wasn't sure, and was too tired to care. The ardeur wasn't my master anymore. Tell me you're not going to hurt her, or Nathaniel, and I'll move, he said it in a deep growling voice that would have given any red-blooded human pause, but Richard wasn't human. Micah has really been working his tail off helping everybody out.
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