I actually got up to go for the phone, but Richard was at the end of the island, across from the phone, and I suddenly didn't want to be that close to the phone. I thought Meng Die drove, and maybe Faust, but I just wasn't sure, and was too tired to care. Here was a face younger and more innocent seeming than Nathaniel's. Richard turned back to stare at the bed and the rest of us.
I shoved the energy into Damian, shoved the feel of it, the heat of it, and knew he was awake. I'd seen that particular trick a thousand times, but this time I screamed. He'd wanted to drink my fear while he fucked me. Jean-Claude's echo in my head was, but you do.
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