I yelled after him. He shook his head. It was stupid, but I couldn't help myself. Nathaniel opened it, lifted out a piece of the beef with his fingers, and held it close to my mouth.
I was always willing to believe that Richard was being difficult. He kissed me, and I let him, because if I drew back from it, fought it, there were other ways to feed, other ways that would leave him bleeding and dying on the floor. It wasn't that I didn't find him attractive. I promise, I whispered it into the vanilla warmth of his hair.
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