One of the women was using the commode in the middle of the floor as I left. Yeah, but that was when the ardeur was brand new and we didn't have intercourse, and there were three other men in the bed. I think I crossed my last few lines tonight. He was still muttering her name, and literally cursing her, when the world suddenly drowned in fear.
I started to shield, to kick him out, but I suddenly knew the answer to my question. I could feel it stretching out inside me, feel it filling me, like hot water spilling up and up inside me until it filled every inch of me, and still there was more to come. I can't, and Federal Marshal Blake can't, but Anita Blake, sweetie to the Master of the City, might. Now I know why they call you Requiem.
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