23/04/2026 02:09

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I'd loved Richard, but he'd dumped me. Glimpses of Jean-Claude feeding on perfumed wrists, sex with women wearing way too many undergarments; Richard running in wolf form in the forest, the rich world of scent that he had in that form. He sounded outraged, which was rare for Bert. He stayed propped on his arms, his legs were bent toward me, so that he acted as a frame for his own body.

I noticed that Melbourne stayed where he was next to Hudson, as if he expected the blood flow to be one-sided. I was capable of doing that now, but if they were as good as I feared, they'd sense it. Who says? I asked. I held my hand up to him, eyes still on the road.