I put my hand on the vampire's chest, near the blade, in the cooling blood in his clothes, and I concentrated. I didn't need like a transfusion or anything, but I didn't need to lose anymore blood tonight, either. Have you told Jean-Claude what's going on? He nodded. Or maybe you were nauseous because your energy was bottoming, Nathaniel said, and he was angry, but you didn't think of that did you? No, I didn't.
I wondered how Jean-Claude and Asher would like being referred to as my fag vampire friends. Micah and Nathaniel were where I'd left them, but they'd been joined by a man I didn't know. If I'd been thinking clearly, I could have gotten out of a stupid blanket, but I wasn't thinking anymore. His shoulders slumped, and he pressed his face against the top of my head, one hand on the back of the seat, and the other around my waist.
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