Probably political, but whatever, I hadn't been called. Some of my confusion must have shown on my face, because his smile widened. I clung to Requiem's arm and looked up at the zombie, so self-assured. And if you have bound yourself to Damian with the fourth mark, might it already be a moot point, ma petite.
Do you? he asked. It wasn't just the sex with Byron and Requiem, it was that tonight, for the first time, I'd let Jean-Claude into my head as far as he could go. But he relaxed against the bed. The coffee was sloshing against the sides of my cup, like it was trying to escape.
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