I hope you're as good as advertised, Marshal Blake. It won't matter. Ronnie had had this mistaken idea that dating Micah meant I'd dumped Jean-Claude. My shower had beaten the record for speed, but it was still quite a drive from the Riverfront.
He'll take money from men to get in, then he'll throw their asses out. Maybe it was some remnant of an unremembered dream, or maybe there is no excuse, but whatever, I lost it. It took me a second to remember that Brandon was Nathaniel's stage name. I'd rolled him the way a master vampire could roll a mortal.
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