I shook my head. What's up? I asked. I have no idea who you're talking about, but it's not me. He sank his teeth into my skin, into my flesh.
Anita, you are wanted by the graveside. His hair was darker than Avery's, a brunette that some would have said was black if I hadn't been standing in the room. His neck was torn up, but the blood wasn't gushing out. I want this over with, Hudson, more than you do.
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