It rocked the vampire's head back, and blood blossomed at his mouth, like a crimson flower on all that white skin. Exactly, Richard, exactly. I let the your vampire comment go. Byron wasn't my friend yet, I didn't make friends that quickly, but he wasn't a bad man.
Even his shoes were near spotless and gleaming with polish. Just because you don't have the right equipment, doesn't change what you are. About the time I thought I was going to have to think of something to say, he stepped back. I had a moment, a heartbeat, where I smelled Barbara Brown's skin underneath the sweetness of her perfume.
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