She was weakly trying to get up, her eyes on the bloody steel ruler on the
floor.
“Now, now. There, there. There, now,” Damon said, preventing her. “You
did some very nice work with that but you don’t need it anymore. They’re in
puppy heaven now. Well, puppy hell, more likely, but you don’t need to worry
about them, is the point.”
The maiden, who was exceptionally dainty and pretty and had, to a
vampire, the most exquisite feature of all, a particularly long and delicate column
of a neck, was looking up at him soulfully. It was nice to see that she was short.
Damon didn’t care that much...
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