Avery, come to me, come to me, Avery, come to me. I kissed him. He moved in almost before we'd dated, I . I had my hands plunged into the pockets, the zipper all the way up, my shoulders hunched.
Ronnie, I said again, a little more urgently. It wasn't the same vamp. That I could guarantee that I wouldn't survive it either. For a second, I wondered if he'd been picking a fight on purpose, and if he had been, why? Picking fights was more my thing than Richard's.
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