“How’s the apartment search?” He put his fingers on the small of her back. It was easier to be around Holly in the din of a bar. Sensitive vampire ears had difficulty discerning her pulse from the next person’s, which saved him from a mental tug of war wherein his demon compulsively listened for it and he neurotically tried to stop listening, over and over ad nauseum.
‘I don’t hear anything… oh hell yes you do, and it sounds like tasty music… nope, I’m not paying attention… hey, do you hear that, buddy? It’s blood!’
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‘I don’t hear anything… oh hell yes you do, and it sounds like tasty music… nope, I’m not paying attention… hey, do you hear that, buddy? It’s blood!’