If I shot someone, I wanted it to be on purpose. Arrogance made me forget that a really old vampire can do more than just hurt you physically. There was no good or evil, there was nothing like normal thought. There were four of them: two blondes, one brunette, and one with hair as black as mine.
Jean-Claude started to ask something, but he was swept away. His long yellow hair fluttered in the wind of the heat. I started to move away from Micah, but his arms tightened just enough. Did you learn what you needed to know? I nodded, still staring at his eyes.
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