For a second, I wondered if he'd been picking a fight on purpose, and if he had been, why? Picking fights was more my thing than Richard's. He gave me a faint smile. Until I feed, she could indulge this . I'd also had sex with a vampire I'd known less than two weeks, and only Requiem's gentlemanly ways had kept it to one.
It was that old, old problem of his and his line of vampires. Trouble was, I was no one's prince, and no one's princess. It was as if I laid my mouth against the most intimate parts of him. Lillian is in the kitchen looking at Richard's wound.
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