I suddenly had to not be there, naked, smelling of fresh sex, with Richard and Micah in the same room. Not even close to idle, I said. His shoulders blocked my view, and I had to move around to their heads to see Damian's mouth buried into Richard's upper chest. Zerbrowski gave me a look.
I'd only admitted it to myself seconds ago. Truth was I'd gotten claustrophobic from two things, a diving accident years ago, and waking up in a vampire's coffin. Jean-Claude laughed. Why? The vamps took a stripper, alive.
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