And where would I take them? He leaned against the island, arms crossing over that expanse of pale chest. He was holding his knees tight to his chest, his face resting on them, so that he could hide his eyes. I knew that one hunger could be turned into another, but until that moment, where I could almost taste his lips on mine, I hadn't realized that there would come a point where something must be fed. He leaned his face close to mine, and whispered his next words, I feel half-crazed.
Then how could you just shoot her? Because she was guilty. His eyes flicked to the badge in my hand, but since his boss hadn't been too impressed with the badge, it was hard for him to be impressed, either. The thought that came was, Would it kill me to give Nathaniel some of what he wanted? Not kill me, no. Is that cowardly? Maybe.
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