That cool not-wind curled around him like the arms of some long-lost lover. Actually his work with bats, a different species, had put him in a cave with a wererat that attacked him. His voice was hoarse again when he said, Even without the ardeur? I squeezed him tight enough to flutter his eyes back into his head. I felt Jean-Claude wake.
I knew that it was partly his tie to Richard, but it was more than that. He was enraged, but all vampires, even revenants, react to fresh blood. He ground himself against me tighter, giving me more of his neck, like an eager woman would press against a man. it didn't hurt anymore.
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