Jean-Claude's voice, soft, in my head, You have done something to damage the bond between yourself and Damian. He stopped at the door and turned back, with a grin on his face that I'd never seen before. I didn't know what to do. Only the barest fringe of fur covered his hips.
Requiem picked me up, and again I was wishing I'd worn a longer skirt. What made it important now, was that Richard's hand was still in Damian's hair, and his hand had to stay there until I had my arm wrapped around the vampire's neck. I patted her hands, I'd try to be friendly. I locked the door behind me, leaning against it for a second or two.
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