He looked up at Nathaniel, giving him the full force of those startling blue eyes. I changed my grip on his neck to a choke hold that wouldn't have worked at all, if Nathaniel hadn't been pressing on his shoulder and chest and Richard sitting on the rest of him. I loved marking you, but I wasn't ready to admit it. I understood then that we could feed on sex, or we could feed on meat and blood.
I just blinked at her and had a slight smile on my face. I'm sorry. Jesus, Anita, it's a trap. Bert would probably offer to shake hands, and the deal would be off.
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