She had died without me ever saying good-bye, and I had not heard her screams. Your security detail is waiting at the door, he said, and nodded toward the door in question. I tasted blood and assumed he'd nicked me with his fangs. What message? I shook my head.
He turned at the door with that eager look still on his face. Screamed as I put the gun to his head. It must have shown on my face, because he explained, Your hands are shaking. What they're willing to do.
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