His lavender eyes were wild when I turned to look at him. She was covered by hands and a few well-placed pieces of cloth, but the illusion was that more skin was showing than really was. Hell, maybe it was personal. He wasn't happy with the monsters lately, which rubbed off on me because I was way too intimate with the monsters.
He wasn't burning. I could have argued but there was no time. That angry gaze searched my face as if trying to find something. I was actually on the ladder, when Zerbrowski said, And what if the vamps don't want to take the oath? I stayed frozen on the ladder for a second, then lied, I'm not sure.
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