Help me pry him loose, I said, voice low. Demon? If she thought Requiem was a demon, she'd never seen one for real. Okay, Graham said, I agree that you don't need to lose more blood tonight. Are you okay? My eyes felt hot, and my throat tight.
I bit down on that shallow flesh, not hard, just a graze of teeth, but it rolled his eyes into his head and folded his shoulders onto the bed, as if he'd swooned. He turned huge, stricken eyes to me. Vampire tricks aren't real, Richard said, this, and he motioned at Damian with his good arm, is. I had to point it elsewhere, or I was going to shoot him.
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