He didn't have the kind of power it took to interfere from a room away, not through my shielding and Jean-Claude's. What just happened? It wasn't my secret to tell, but it felt like dirty pool sending Jason to drive Louie home without warning him. If it had been Catherine, she'd probably be clinging to me for support, but Ronnie had my issues on closeness, so we didn't hug as much. The crate with softly clucking chickens was near my feet.
I promised not to poke at things anymore. That had been because big bad vamps were in town and he needed to not look weak in front of them. I kept that observation to myself. He was suddenly standing over me naked from the waist up, with a look in his eyes that would have frightened me even if I'd been myself.
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