I was the only one who saw the relief and surprise on Jean-Claude's face. His face wasn't neutral anymore. He looked at me. Richard's voice, God, Anita, God.
I can hear the relief in your voice, ma petite. That isn't what I asked, Anita. The beast smelled that rush of fear, and let out a sound in my throat that I'd never heard come out of me. Nathaniel put the top of his head against my naked back, shaking his head.
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