I suddenly knew how it worked. I still don't trust Jean-Claude, and you're the one that taught me that vampires are just dead guys, no matter how cute they are. He struggled, and I shot him again. So cold, so empty, so needy.
But whatever the reasoning, Requiem had behaved himself in circumstances where most men wouldn't have. It's enough to file assault charges. I shrugged. Nathaniel was the princess, and he had been rescued, by me.
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