Though explaining the difference was like explaining the difference between sky blue and turquoise. Nathaniel won't hurt me. Again, that trace of bitterness. For a few hundred, even you'd need help, he said.
I kissed him because he was my pomme de sang, my apple of blood. Harder and faster than I'd been able to manage on my own. I pulled Damian down to us and whispered, Kiss me. I knew now that it had cost him dear.
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