That seemed to cheer her a little. If you were Zane, where would you put a punch? I think he was asking it of no one in particular. He grabbed Damian's arm, and it was as if he'd given the vampire another target. He stood, one hand on the opposite wrist, as if he'd been doing it all night.
My chest hurt, my throat hurt, and still the air was fear made real. I pulled Damian down to us and whispered, Kiss me. The look on his face was so disappointed. My mood's fine, I said.
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