Damian settled my hand on the smooth, muscled skin of his forearm. I opened my eyes and frowned at him. But he is no one's pomme de sang, no one's servant, no one's lover. Jean-Claude said, Call them back, ma petite, I would not lose them over this.
Which was extraordinary. Normally, I'd have felt humiliated to be carried out of a murder scene like a wilting flower, but I was working too hard on keeping the shivering under control. He just hadn't had much opportunity to catch any rays. I looked around at the living room, which was as large as the entire downstairs of my house.
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