beautiful. The check was for a hundred and thirty thousand dollars, payable to cash. His hair cascaded around him and spilled over the side of my body, pooling into my lap, covering Damian like a blanket, if a blanket could flow like liquid over a body. He smiled at her, but it left his eyes wounded.
Nightshirt Mormons, really. Malcolm had brought his flock to watch, or maybe they had come on their own, and he couldn't stop them, so he'd come with them. Louis, I said. I fed on his blood, fed on the meat of his body, fed on his sex, fed on all of him.
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