I'm at the reception. I bit harder, shearing through the skin with teeth that were made for tearing. His voice held that masculine laughter, and an edge of growl, God, she's eager. Micah touched my face, and it startled me, but it made me look at him.
He sounded sad. In fact, I'd have Graham drive us back to the club, pick up Nathaniel, and beg off on any big sexy scene tonight. She looked a little pale around the edges. I could feel it.
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