One or both of them had walked through the pitch-dark living room and only hit a light switch when they went to the kitchen to check messages on the machine, which was on the kitchen counter. You've just got to take the plunge and hope for the best. I stood there a second water dripping into my eyes, and said, What do you mean, Damian's not doing well? Can't you feel it? I thought about it. It helped the shaking to slow, but it didn't go away.
I could smell that wonderful musk, the calm of pine and leaf mold, but the look on his face was anything but calm. I whispered, Get out of my head. I thought so, maybe I was wrong? He paced two steps away from me, then back. I sank my teeth into someone's chest, took in as much meat as my mouth would hold, and began to bite down.
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