You really don't enjoy this, do you? he asked. The memory rolled back and left me gasping on the bed. First a green, then a blue. How will that help? I wanted to scream my frustration at him.
Feeding from the inner thigh is too much like oral sex for the church, he said, and there was no teasing in his voice when he said it. It made me shiver, and it was hard to breathe for a moment, as if something truly was inside me and had reached up high enough to compromise my lungs. But I have not made a new vampire since I became Master of the City. Why didn't matter very much to me right that moment; what was happening, that mattered a great deal.
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