You and Jean-Claude aren't fucking, and nobody gets upset about that. He wanted people with you that were strong enough and dominant enough that if they had to, they could override you. I opened my eyes, and found Nathaniel kneeling beside me. You chose not to let me feed, Jean-Claude said, deliberately.
It wasn't my lipstick, or at least not most of it. Primo seemed to sense their movement, because he said, Even blind, I am their match. He frowned at me. It would be a sort of desperation measure, but I'd been desperate before.
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