I got my gun out and followed them. I opened my eyes staring up into Jean-Claude's face. He wanted the comfort of physical contact, and I think he'd figured out that Jessica Arnet had gotten the wrong idea. So when I kicked up with my feet, I gave it all I had.
She'd brought the stripper, who Avery knew as Morgana. Do you want to do it, or do I do it? He seemed to understand without extra talk-nice for a change. But hormones are traitorous little bastards. Nathaniel fed it to me in pieces, while my teeth started to chatter.
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