I'd forgotten how many different ways the ardeur could be fed. The first time I'd met her she'd been gray and furry, but now she was a woman of about fifty, slender, with hair as gray and white as her fur was when she was in rat form. I was inside Jean-Claude's head when he noticed the man on the bed that wasn't moving. It was me, and I'm sorry that I took that out on you.
He'd come with that smile, and I still didn't understand it, but I knew that he used it less and less, and usually only when I was being silly. Damian lay on the floor, his upper body bathed in golden morning light, as if his white skin had been dipped in honey. I took my hand away and knelt beside his body, my hands in my lap. Have I missed something here? I asked, or am I about to miss something? You miss very little, ma petite.
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