48The security guy hadn't liked stripping. Good, good, please keep your voices low. She looked pissed. I stood there leaning on the railing, drinking in the sunlight, the colors, and the rich scent of autumn woods.
Two other vampires riding two of the men. A blessed coolness to glide over my tongue, down my throat, to spill in a chilling line through my body and quiet all that heat. He was right. Not even close to idle, I said.
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