They'd never seen me do this kind of work. It roared back to life on the edge of Nathaniel's lips, his hands, his need. Shit, I thought. Polish so shiny I noticed by moonlight.
I'd persuaded Requiem to leave his long, black cloak in the Jeep, because in it, he looked like a cute version of the Grim Reaper. Legally, if anyone interfered, then I could kill them, too. This was the second time I'd done something like this, both times when I was desperate. Angry about what? I asked, and my hands were sliding down his back as I said it.
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