It takes a hot fire to melt bone, but vamps in sunlight burn good. He'd raised himself up, almost in a push-up, the tip of him barely inside me, and gazing full into my face, his What's that supposed to mean? I asked, and I was feeling better enough to sound suspicious. He used to pick up the older boys, the ones that were almost too old for the trade.
I yelled, Fuck! and started to run. Yeah, I'd like to say I was searching for a pulse, but that wasn't really it. He dug his fingers through my curls and pulled my head sharply to one side, exposing a long line of my neck. Zerbrowski gave me a look.
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