Through that I was Nimir-Ra to Micah's Nimir-Raj. No one had ever held her close, gripped her against their bodies, fed so powerfully that her body bucked against them, and sex was a pale thing compared to it. She thought my lover was weird, she had always hated Jean-Claude, I wasn't about to share intimacies about them with her. I looked at him.
It seemed wrong. He glanced at the wererats, still with their guns pointed at the floor. All this has been happening, and you didn't tell me. There was a look I couldn't quite read on his face, and this time I fought not to read his mind.
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