We've got the privacy, now talk. Nathaniel's fingers dug into my arm, and he was gasping as if some invisible hand were choking off his air. I mean, what if a body like Nathaniel's comes walking up to me the day after I say yes to Louie? I'm going to turn it down? Yeah, I sai He kissed me, hard and strangely chaste, and bounced toward the door.
No one complained, but the wedding coordinator had rolled her eyes when she saw me. He'd been one of the first master vamps that Belle Morte made, oh, so long ago. His eyes held a mute appeal for help, and I didn't understand why. Fine, but I've got to go question a murder suspect, right now.
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