It wasn't the kind of touch that said, Hey, I've got a plan, so hang in there because we're going to get out of this. It was more like the kind of touch that simply said, You aren't alone. It was really the only thing he could offer. And in that moment, it was enough.
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.
Richelle MeadThere was a look of woe on his face that was almost comical. Raids, bullets, criminals...no problem. A missing duster? Crisis.
Richelle MeadWell, if the excitement's over, I think I'll take a bath.' 'Wow. The harsh lifestyle of a succubus. I wish I had your job.' 'Hey, our side's always recruiting. You might need to be a little prettier to be an incubus, though. And a little more charming.' 'Untrue. Mortal women go for jerks. I see it all the time.' 'Touchรฉ.
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