Iโm taking off my shoes.โโ โโFine. Shoes off.โโ โโAnd my pants.โโ โโDonโt push it, Claire.
Rachel CaineMyrnin, who hadn't said much, suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms around her. She stiffened, shocked, and for a panicked second wondered whether he'd suddenly decided to snack on her neck... but it was just a hug. His body felt cold against hers, and way too close, but then he let go and stepped back. "You've done very well. I'm extremely proud of you," he said. There was a touch of color high in his pale cheeks. "Do go home now. And shower. You reek like the dead." Which, coming from a vampire, was pretty rich.
Rachel CaineYouโre kind of a psycho. I get that.โ โI might be,โ Monica agreed, and gave her a slow, strange smile. โYouโre one smart little freak. Now run away, smart little freak, before I change my mind and stick you in one of these old suitcases for some architect to find a hundred years from now.โ Claire blinked. โArchaeologist.โ Monicaโs eyes turned winter cold. โOh, youโd better start running away now.
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