It wasn't anger. I pressed my mouth over that quivering heat, kissed the blood just under his skin. I couldn't think much less of Caleb, but it made me think less of Noah. That if I wasn't vampire enough to control Primo that maybe I didn't deserve my job.
He held the bag open so I could drop the gloves in. We'd already endured the photographer for group shots. What have you done, ma petite? I don't know what I would have answered, because in that moment the world came back into focus. The audience liked that, and they shouted more encouragement, but I didn't need it.
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