I'm Marshal Anita Blake, Sergeant Zerbrowski called me. We know not to make eye contact, and we are cleared to treat all approaching vampires inside as hostiles. His hands went to my waist and he just suddenly lifted me up, up so that I was perched on the edge of the tub. It's like whispering and pointing.
I didn't have a right to push if I wasn't his girlfriend. He did a movement with his stomach like a belly dancer, and his rhythm changed, grew more urgent and somehow smoother, or cyclical, as if he were doing a circle inside me, and out of me. I described her. He was on his feet and moving toward the sounds of fighting farther down the hallway, before I'd gotten to my knees.
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