Strangely, it made more sense to me now than it would have a few months ago. The sweet musk of wolf. I couldn't get away. Like a fallen angel, innocence and the promise of sin, all in one look.
His only release seems to come when he kills the people that he sees as taunting him. Jean-Claude handed the whip toward me. What's happening? He needed me. He'd laid his lips against mine in a trembling kiss.
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