His face gazing down at me. He'd been standing just inside the door, opposite the side I came through, and I hadn't seen him. I made a sound low in my throat, and he laughed again, a purely masculine sound with his lips so close to mine that my tongue could touch them. It almost made me wish I'd let the wedding lady talk me into the extra makeup.
His power hit mine, and it was like flame laid into some huge waiting bonfire. It spilled my head back, bowed my spine, and spilled out from my skin. I'm in the process of getting you a warrant of execution for his ass. Vampires living in a central location surrounding their master, the way Jean-Claude had it, was becoming a thing of the past.
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