Richard took the extra seconds that the vampire gave him to do a beautiful roundhouse kick to the other side of Damian's face. Brown hair, about shoulder length, and enough makeup that it was hard to really see her face. What message? I shook my head. Lately, it seemed I was getting it, no matter what I wished.
Not my business. She'd had some of the same problems I'd had over the years with going to my priest or a regular therapist. No, my problem was waiting outside. I slid my body along his, until I spooned him from behind, which was how we slept most nights at home.
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