We were only three rows back, close enough to see more detail than I cared to see. You've been a very bad boy, Nicky. His hair was a rich black, his skin tanned and unlined. Your problem, Anita, is that you wouldn't know an uncomplicated fuck if it bit you on the ass.
My gun was pressed into his stomach now, and again I wondered if at point blank range the new ammo would kill both vamps? It was a miracle that I hadn't accidentally shot his head off. I thought you wanted to talk about the monster that's killing innocent citizens? His voice was strained, pain-filled. You're quite right. I had an urge to squirm under such scrutiny, but fought it down.
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