Can we not talk about this? Why are you mad? That was a fair question. I had a moment to realize that he'd slammed a door between not just himself and me, but between Richard and me, as well. We'll catch you. I breathed, breathed while a tongue that was rougher than Nathaniel's licked in long, thick sweeps across my shoulders and upper back.
I only had a moment to see it, before it blasted out into the street, but I recognized the car. Yeah, we did. I didn't think I was good at it. He would have sunk fangs into Nathaniel's arm, except Gregory was a fraction too quick, and a fraction too slow.
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