He hugged the tree, hugged it so tight that the bark dug into his skin, he rubbed his cheek against the roughness of it, like he was scent marking, then he was off. He turned his head so he could look at Richard lying there. Shit, I was too tired and too sore to be thinking of it again. But before we'd even gotten to the throwing the clothes on part, my cell phone rang.
Anita, what's wrong? With leopard eyes and a voice of a stranger, but his face was all Nathaniel, all concern and worry. I had to agree that I didn't want to go upstairs to the long rifle safe, then downstairs to the ammo safe, then . Damian had been a warrior once, and though Nathaniel and Gregory had the strength, they didn't know how to fight. I could still taste the meat, the blood, feel it going down Richard's throat.
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