Perhaps his own pomme de sang, Jason. Nothing human, nothing illegal, promise. Jean-Claude was just being patient, biding his time, because he knew if he pushed, one of us would bolt. It's not worth dying over.
She must have sounded pouty even to herself, because she jerked off the glasses and gave the full force of those pain-filled gray eyes. You've never tried to fight zombies, have you? I said. Nathaniel had covered us in his hair, but had very carefully avoided touching our skin with his. His face wore the arrogance of his anger.
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