He was wearing street clothes-black slacks, a violet business shirt that was almost a match to the one he'd worn to the wedding, and black over-the-ankle boots. He'd only been in town a few weeks, and already I knew that when the duckies, luvs, and crumpets disappeared, things were bad. Anita, no, Nathaniel said, no. I liked teeth and nails during foreplay and sex, I really did.
My beast reacted to it, screaming and clawing, going wild. His eyes had bled to green, and there was nothing in them but a mindless ferocity. He gave me a look. So after a thousand years, you are what you are, right? There was silence on the other end of the phone.
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