He flicked the tips of his fingers, just the tips, flexing them fast, and firm against that spot. Clair in human form, screaming. Hands, hands everywhere, and the sound of clothing ripping. He wouldn't like that, and he'd make sure I didn't like it.
I hadn't actually known he'd been picked up for it, but I didn't give her that. The body was a pale glimpse of flesh between two Dumpsters in the parking lot. Blake, check it out. No, he said, and his voice sounded more relaxed than it had since he entered the room, that's not beside the point, not for me.
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