He's not awake yet. her loose, flowing gowns, sitting cross-legged on the bed, which is where she'd have been this late. I blinked at her, the long blink that gave me time to process information when I just didn't believe what I'd just heard. Terrible she was, and beautiful, though it was a beauty that would make men weep, rather than smile.
I was standing beside the door at the top of the steps, hands loose at my sides, trying to look bodyguardish, and probably failing. I stared at him for a second, mouth open, then I went back to staring at traffic. I don't know the name, at least not as a vamp. I looked at him and hoped I didn't look as amazed as I was feeling.
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