I could control the dead, and Jean-Claude had power over any vampire that took blood oath, or that he'd made. His hand in mine felt heavier than it should have, more important than it should have, as if I could feel each whorl of his fingertip like tiny silken lines against my hand. The look on his face said, clearly, he didn't believe me. I killed without thinking much about it.
We dragged ourselves to bed carrying more weapons than clothes. And how is this night supposed to get any worse, Sheriff? You knew the body would be here, because your boyfriend and his people did it. I've got everything I need at home. I whispered, That didn't help, Jean-Claude.
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