I pulled off the leather jacket and threw it to the floor. He shook his mouth like a dog with a bone, and I swallowed a scream. I'm sorry, Anita, I wasn't thinking. He was around six feet, and I so wasn't.
I had so many questions, and no time to ask them. Just don't let me fuck anybody or tear anybody's throat out. That is a low blow, Blake, I wasn't even picking on you. I was borrowing Malcolm's power, but most of what was in me, was a much more intimate kind of magic.
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