I could feel it stretching out inside me, feel it filling me, like hot water spilling up and up inside me until it filled every inch of me, and still there was more to come. I can't drink, can't eat a steak, and dying didn't make me sexier. I told myself I was being silly, but this would be the first call-out like this one since Nathaniel had the right to make more demands on me. You should have cleared it with me.
But you're defending your boyfriend and his people already. I've got other people's blood in my hair, so yeah. I shook my head again. Shutting the door was not a good sign either.
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