He shuddered, and said, Hand, too, God, just stop, please! The last please did it, an element of franticness. I saw the thick viscous punch in the parish hall, and I knew that it contained just a little blood from at least three different vamps. We've been treating you like you're human, and now I'm wondering if we were right. The most interesting bit of information I found out was given up only by the first vamp I talked to and by Clarke, who was so scared he'd have given up his mother.
I know that, I said, and my voice was soft, because it was all I had to offer. I hate being wrong, especially this wrong. But I knew what he was thinking, I knew what he wanted. I didn't linger, officer.
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