When he tried to slam her a third time she reached out blindly for his face and ripped down withher nails. They probably can survive pretty much everything but fire. That last thought wasn't mine. I suddenly knew why that picture looked vaguely familiar.
I'd bitched about how dangerous it was, but I hadn't complained too much. I don't want to want anyone so much that if they aren't with me, I die. Because I believe, I said, voice soft as the glow around my neck, and as sure. I looked up at him, and didn't know whether to cry or scream, but finally I found words, a hoarse voice squeezed past my pulse, I have to feed.
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