I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something - like, say, organization.
Richelle MeadThen, as one hand tightened on me and his other ran gently over my hair, I noticed something. He didn't smell right.
Richelle MeadYou're a Dhampir," I breathed. "So are you." he teased. "Yeah, but I just thoughtโ" "That I was human? Because of the bite marks?" "Yeah." I admitted, No point in lying. "We all have to survive," he said "And dhamphirs are good at figuring ways out to.
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