I shook my head, because I didn't trust what would come out if I opened my mouth. I unsnapped the holster, drew out the gun, and put a hand over Nathaniel's mouth. I stroked him with my hands, until I had his eyes looking at me instead of the inside of his own eyelids. It didn't have to be a dead body.
I fought not to bite down, because some part of me knew that if I once tasted blood that I would feed. You have two men living with you? I nodded. He turned away, so that all I could see was the back of him in jeans, and the jean jacket that was a few shades bluer than the jeans. He bowed his head toward mine.
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