Once I spotted the gun, I pegged him for a wererat, and I'd been right. I got a profile glimpse of Damian's face; blood ran from his mouth and the right side of his face. Raina's munin was usually quiet behind its metaphysical cage bars, but my reaction gave her a tiny opening. She leaned forward a little more, she had a small photo album in her hands, one of those thick ones that grandmothers carry in their purses.
You slept with Nathaniel for four months before you had sex with him. There was something almost ghostlike about that shining bit of flesh, like, if I blinked, it would vanish into the October night. Red hair that hadn't seen the sun for hundreds of years, so that it was almost the color of fresh blood, a bright, fresh scarlet. You're worried.
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