I put my hands on either side of his face and screamed back at him, Safe, you're safe! His eyes stayed wide, the pupils like pinpoints. Where will you make the cut? Lower arm, but above the wrist, less risk of hitting something that'll bleed too freely. You don't understand, Anita. It was as if some invisible spark were being blown out inside him.
But they looked alike, and the moment I saw that, I realized that they looked like Avery. He didn't shield anything or anyone. Better, less frightening, but just as dead. I hadn't heard one of the weakest of the new vamps that Jean-Claude had welcomed to town.
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