I realized that I'd been shielding almost as hard as I could since Jean-Claude, Richard, and I had bound ourselves together in that bed. The first bad thing was that Damian was getting slowly to his feet. Those of us in the middle just didn't like the idea of a death warrant being issued on the say-so of one date who woke up the next morning with a bad case of buyer's remorse. He turned and looked at me.
There's just victims and predators. No, of course not, he said. He found his voice, hoarse, and shaking. His eyes matched his hair-a soft brown.
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