They looked at me the way that Avery looked at me, as if I was the answer to a prayer. Choose? I said, and began to pull him toward me, using his braid like a rope, but this rope was attached to his skull, and he didn't come easily. I'm not scared, in fact I feel calmer than I've felt in days. Asher had been the blond beauty to Jean-Claude's brunette once, then some well-meaning church officials had captured him and used holy water to drive the devil out of him.
No, I could have done the hospital run and kept Gil out of a safe house, but I couldn't talk down the werewolf. Jean-Claude's voice swelled inside me, pushed back the fear enough so I could hear his words. He looked like a great pale cat curled on the pillows. What? she asked.
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