55Jason left without a word, but Nathaniel said he'd wait outside with the wererats. Clothes had vanished in the first rush. That I'm never going to get married. His voice was low and soft, like fur sliding across my skull.
One vampire, not two. I hated to see him managing me that hard, as if he were afraid if he appeared too eager I'd run. The stairs went down, a long way down. He hated it, that he would never be his own master.
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