The beast isn't conflicted about anything, is it? No, he said, and his voice was both loud and soft in the quiet dark. It was a big building, a condo. You know how when you don't feed one hunger the other hungers get worse? His voice was so gentle when he asked, but I'd begun to mistrust that particular gentle tone. I knew that proximity to Jean-Claude could make things worse, usually proximity meant touching.
He leaned in and laid a kiss on my cheek, while I stood there like an idiot. I'd seen him before on another case. Tired of the games, tired of hurting, tired of being scared. I actually got up to go for the phone, but Richard was at the end of the island, across from the phone, and I suddenly didn't want to be that close to the phone.
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