The eyelids were still on his arms, blinking at me like the winking lights of fireflies, random, and alien. Blue eyes this time, and I had to look away. What I knew and the police couldn't was that they'd never interrogate the truth out of her. Only her breasts pressed against the shirt showed her braless and very much a girl.
The only sound the soft hush of the air whooshing in, recycling. I don't know shit about magic. Amazingly enough, none of the cuts were even deep enough for stitches. He said hunger like it should have been in capital letters.
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