Religion?" I asked more firmly. Patch dragged a hand thoughtfully along the line of his jaw. "Not religion ... cult." "You belong to a cult?" I realized too late that while I sounded surprised, I shouldn't have. "As it turns out, I'm in need of a healthy female sacrifice. I'd planned on luring her into trusting me first, but if you're ready now...
Becca FitzpatrickSince we're keeping it primal, you smell good," he observed. "It's called a shower...," I began automatically, then trailed off. My memory snagged, taken aback by a compelling and forceful sense of undue familiarity. "Soap, shampoo, hot water," I added, almost as an afterthought. "Naked. I know the drill," Jev said, something unreadeble passing over his eyes.
Becca FitzpatrickI donโt see any police cars.โ โThey probably had to park a couple blocks over. Anyway, as I was saying, I noticed illegal substances in the hands of a few guests.โ โSo?โ she snapped. โItโs a party.โ โAlcohol is illegal under the age of twenty-one.โ โGreat!โ Marcie shouted. โWhat am I going to do?โ She paused, then raised her voice again. โYou probably called them!โ โWho, me?โ Vee said. โAnd lose the free food? No way.
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