So when the vamps got legal, the vampire council wanted the Master of the City to play to the human media. I let him go as if his skin burned mine. He drew away enough to see my face clearly. He frowned at me.
It was Buzz, the vamp that usually worked the door here. It was a gesture closer to a real wolf than a real leopard, but wereanimals are people at heart, and some gestures just translate better to our human brains. I had to not look, because the craving was still there. I was suddenly drowning in the vanilla scent of his hair.
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