The vampire was just suddenly at my elbow, and I let him lead me through the crowd, but my eyes were back toward the door. He looked a question at me. He actually held the door for me, and I let him. He actually started to step to the side, but the sheriff said, You don't work for her.
She was headed home, done for the night. I put my boots up on the desk, my legs apart, and let the skirt ride up as far as it wanted to go. Damian was a thousand-year-old vampire; chances were he was infertile, but still . I felt it, not like some liquid amorphous shape, but as if something very solid and very real was sitting in the center of my body and moving around.
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