Nathaniel was waiting back at the club, and so was Jean-Claude. To your office. Anita, it's Ronnie. I had to close my eyes so I wouldn't keep staring at that pulsing, jumping .
He put his head down, and crawled backward, abasing himself. Because I wasn't sure what it would mean if I was the only one who found Nathaniel's scent so very sweet. The sensation felt like I'd made a wound in my body and was pulling things through that wound. So it hadn't been my fault, but my choices had been limited to taking Nathaniel and possibly killing him, or letting Jason take one for the team.
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