His hands had grabbed mounds of the sheet, and his body strained, and bucked against the bed. He could have said a half-dozen things that would have made it worse, but he had mercy on me. You'd fought to push your feedings to every twelve hours. They made more.
The university knew about the doctorate but not about what he did on the full moons. I wouldn't do that to anyone. This wasn't static. In the privacy of our home, Micah, and Nathaniel, and hell, Jason, had told me I was wrong.
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