Damian had backed into the cabinets, pressing his body into them as if he thought he could melt into them, and hide in the dark. It kept jumping over a vision of Jonah Cooper's eyes, and his question, how do you stay sane? The answer, the real answer, was, you don't. If you want to play rough, we can, Richard, but you won't like it. Then why not? I sighed.
Well, mine, and Jean-Claude's. The sheriff was a bigoted asshole, but he knew the roads, and I didn't. That desire to chase and feed; I thought that was all of it. A second blow came, and this time words, Jean-Claude's voice, Bad cat, very bad cat.
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