Him who? The vampire I killed tonight. I don't want everything we're building to go down in flames, because we're mad at each other. Had I dropped them to taste the vampires? I thought about my shields, and yeah, they'd dropped, or had been breached under a wave of smells and tastes and blood flowing in sluggish veins. I'll tell Jean-Claude that you would like a really, really big French press.
There was an angry echo in my head. Thanks to the Church of Eternal Life, St. I know that, now. Until tonight, I hadn't realized how much I'd crippled us.
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