I had to shake my head and give up. He rolled his head back so he could look up the line of Jean-Claude's body to his face. t looked as if they'd been braided together on the sides, as if he hadn't so much slipped them on as been bound into them. I thought, we all thought, he was your live-in, but now I know he's not.
Then let me go, I said, and my voice was nicely calm, barely a tremor. Not yet, not yet. I heard Zerbrowski behind me giving the uniforms at the back door a heads-up and a description of our bad vamp. I don't eat regularly when I'm working, and that usually means that I'm running home with the ardeur riding me every night.
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