I know what Nathaniel was doing before he got off the streets. I didn't recognize the men with her, except that they held guns like they knew how, but I'd come to expect nothing less than professionalism from Raphael's people. It was a look of pain and confusion, and centuries of hurt. Not much scares me, not really, but airplane rides, and dancing in public are on that short list.
He rotated his hips and rubbed back and forth between my legs. I knew when the power hit Nathaniel, because he shivered. You aren't. Jean-Claude's voice in my head, You must say something to take the sting out of your words, ma petite.
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