I meant that I couldn't touch Cesar again so soon. I got to my knees and then scuttled backwards along the edge of the table, lowering the gun as I moved. He slipped inside his open fly and lifted himself out in a smooth practiced movement. I really didn't want to piss her off with eighty or so vamps waiting upstairs between us and the door.
Itzpapalotl had starved him until he faced a glowing cross for the chance to feed. He was also wearing a black shoulder rig with a big automatic of some kind. Why aren't you taking the simple solution? he asked. And time would cure that.
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