The sweet musk of wolf and the acrid sweetness of leopard were everywhere, like invisible water, and I was drowning in it. You can't run. I tore my mouth from Nathaniel's and simply screamed. I forgot the people, forgot that I was supposed to be embarrassed, forgot everything but that I wanted him to smile again.
Close and closer, until he was sitting in my lap with his legs wrapped around my waist. What's that supposed to mean? I asked. Damian was a thousand-year-old vampire; chances were he was infertile, but still . Not on purpose, I said.
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