All I could smell was blood. They left Melbourne where he lay, but took the girl from the bed. I poured coffee and tried to think of something useful to say. She had died without me ever saying good-bye, and I had not heard her screams.
When he recovered enough, he said, You're not the only one who hasn't gotten to touch someone below the waist. I cursed softly. One of the vamps who was balding and wore glasses, started rocking in his chair. The clear goop had dried one side of my hair into a case of bed head that only a shower would cure.
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