22/01/2026 16:05

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I dropped my shields, the ones that kept out all the other vamps. I turned in my seat as far as the seat belt would allow, so I could see his face in the streetlights. I didn't argue with Smith coming along. What's happening? He needed me.

And he turned eyes to me that were lost in vampire light, burning like brown glass in the sun, but the look on his face was one I'd only seen on humans. They may whither, as a grape upon the vine, but they will spring back to plump, ripe, life with the first taste of blood. Close enough that I could see that there was some blood spattered on his lavender shirt. He ground himself against me tighter, giving me more of his neck, like an eager woman would press against a man.