What made today different? he asked. It's not just the triumvirate, or the new one, it's the ardeur. I laid a kiss against his cheek, and he wound himself around the back of my body, rubbing his cheek against the side of my face, my neck. Why? he asked.
If he'd been thinking like a person he'd have used his hands, his arms to overwhelm me, but he wasn't thinking like a person. I shook my head. The brunette from the alleyway was running her hand up Primo's skin, and that skin was clean and smooth, no blood, no signs of the struggle. She just didn't seem very comfortable around men, or around me.
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