I squeezed the trigger, and the impact knocked him backward. Graham let out a long, long sigh, and sort of spilled himself back up onto the seat. Byron managed to lever himself around so he could give gray eyes to the other vampire. It took more effort than was pretty for me to tear my glance away from Damian.
Like a fallen angel. I'd love to get dressed, Richard, but I'm still covered in that clear goop. I hated to see him managing me that hard, as if he were afraid if he appeared too eager I'd run. I wasn't thinking about ripping his throat out anymore.
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