He hadn't seen me exhibit any of the powers that Jean-Claude was asking about on his end of the phone. Then some sound made me turn. If they calm down and tell the cops what you did, what will you say the money is for? A retainer, he said. I shook my head.
I emptied my gun into its head and back, until it let go of me and blood and other things leaked out of the body. In the United States where they have rights, the vamps are more civilized, if the police find out about the crime. And just like that, he released me, let me go as if my arms had grown hot to the touch, because he could not disobey a direct order from me. I enjoyed it, you don't owe me an apology.
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