His slender white hand appeared on my shoulder, a spill of white lace around it, and a flare of black velvet sleeve framing that lace. Always apart, always together, different, but all of one piece. He had his gun nice and steady on the vampire. Let me in, ma petite, let me through those wonderful shields.
I heard that, Richard said, and there was a sullen note under his breathless exertion as if he'd thought I'd only thought it to keep it from him, or maybe I was just projecting. It was his turn to sigh. I tried to strain toward that trembling drop of red, and Nathaniel's teeth made me stop, forced me to wait for Jason's mouth to come to me. I think the audience screamed, but the sound of them was receding, pulling away, and leaving me in a well of silence, where the only noises were Nathaniel's breath and mine.
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