“I will help,” he blurts out. I nod. Laugh a little. “You have a lead on someone very shitty?” “No,” he says. But he turns around to open a drawer and pulls out a sharp, gleaming knife. Before I can grasp what he’s about to do, he closes his fist around it and lets the blade slice a deep cut across his palm. “But I’d be happy to provide you with what you need.” My spine, together with the rest of my nerve endings, liquifies. I feel my entire body tremble. Try to make myself consider the impossibility of it: A slayer. Offering nourishment to me. A vampire. Then the scent of his blood hits my
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