My skin was empty of their touch, but the link between us was still there. He nodded. ulder blades, very, his arms rotated all the way up so they pointed at the ceiling, double-jointed. The taste of our own blood in our mouths, bitter.
You had a flashback, didn't you? I nodded, still staring at the werewolf in my front seat. I'd buried my head against his chest, my hands cupping his ass. I touched his hand in that sudden stillness, and there was no pulse in his palm. If I'd been thinking clearly, I'd have tried to get the next question answered the same way I'd aske
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