I thought about sending him home with someone else, letting him weep on someone else's shoulder. Richard took in a deep breath, and I smelled that thick, sweet scent of deep woods. His neck was torn up, but the blood wasn't gushing out. And because I truly was his master, and that was my true wish, he had to help me do it.
Ronnie giggled and drew him up for a kiss. Are you refusing a direct order, Mendez? No, sir, but- Then step back, and let the marshal do her job. Why didn't someone mention this to me before? We've been treating you like you're mostly human, Anita. You must relax and let me do the work, ma petite.
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