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 guess I couldn't blame him. And now? he asked. I didn't think that was really happening, but he was choking on the fear.
Someone moving in, and taking your space, and losing your privacy, and you just lapped it up. It was as if my hands had a mind of their own. We'd found this out the hard way, and had had the rubby spots to prove it. And could I trust that their windows were proof against sunlight? He stood up and put a hand on either side of the cabinet behind me, so that I was trapped between his arms.
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