I kept my eyes on his face, so I could see if it hurt him. There is no charge of manslaughter, if you're a vampire. I crawled under the sheets on the far side of the bed and moved until I touched Nathaniel's bare back. Help me pry him loose, I said, voice low.
I wouldn't want this thrown down the laundry chute. You must be almost home by now. He frowned down at me, his eyes still peeking over his partially lowered glasses. He walked toward me, slowly, jerkily, like a badly made robot.
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