I was on the cement walkway, breathing in all the night air I could, when Zerbrowski came to find me. He smoothed the sleeves of his robe down around his long-fingered hands, and stood looking at me. I looked down at the kneeling zombie, and the eyes were filling up. So terribly tight.
I'd agreed, if I didn't have to shop for them, so he shopped for them. Maybe the beast was in heat, but I wasn't. Clair and Richard in bed. He dug his fingers through my curls and pulled my head sharply to one side, exposing a long line of my neck.
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