My face was hot, as if my skin would burn if you touched it. He drew his breath in with a shaking gasp, and when I rolled my eyes up to see his face, the look in his eyes was one of drowning, as if I already touched what I could taste. We hadn't needed the ardeur to confuse her, all we'd needed was how Richard and I felt about each other. Fear had stolen my thoughts, my logic, my power.
She tore Melbourne's throat out. They filled with dark, dark brown light, so dark it was almost black. I raised up and turned carefully, slowly, so he'd get the full visual. I looked down at the big man at our feet and knew that Jean-Claude was utterly sure of him.
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