You haven't met Bert often enough to know him that well. I wanted to bury myself in his flesh, wrap him up around me, but I couldn't. Jean-Claude was close enough that I could have taken his hand, while Richard still held me in his arms. But she smiled, that first curve of those red, red lips, that first glimpse of teeth that no mortal mouth would hold.
She raised her delicate oval face to me. Being trapped in theory is one thing, knowing it for a fact, is different. It was me, and I'm sorry that I took that out on you. Richard had taken the fight out into the living room, so he had room to use his long legs and arms.
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