He had the same gun the other pros were carrying, but he'd added knives. I had the feeling that Edward had just put the word out for zero survivors. Well, yes, I guess. Food had been served while I was on stage.
I shook my head again. I was betting that she'd been wrong on the why, but. Peter was watching me with cool brown eyes, as if it was all too boring for words, but underneath the perfect teenage boredom was a light, an interest. Pinotl knelt and fed from the bloody wound on her chest.
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