A girl ponytail to offset the lack of makeup and those amazing arms. And he had respected my wishes. To go in there, he whispered. I'd fed on him earlier tonight, and even that thought didn't raise anything through the chill.
Look, Jean-Claude, you've never seen what happens around me when I've gone too long between zombie raisings. Maybe I was shielding too much, hiding too much of what I was, or maybe he was simply that arrogant. And because if Zerbrowski ever got wind of it, I would never, ever, live it down. I fed on his blood, fed on the meat of his body, fed on his sex, fed on all of him.
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