Don't get mad at me, Nathaniel said, I'm about to grind fresh coffee beans for you and use the new French press Jean-Claude got you. 36The door closed, and like magic it was quiet. I took it, but Damian shut his eyes tight, as if he were afraid to look. I'd seen him use his body before, but not like this.
Micah or Nathaniel had waited up. Ignorance will get you killed in both. Something must have shown on my face, because she said, You're mad. You smell of blood, Nathaniel said, and there was an edge of growl to his voice.
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