“Are you mad?” Remy shouted. “By the Light’s arse, you didn’t know any of that when you chose to throw yourself at it!” He could have sworn that the Summer Lord looked surprised. “I know what I’m doing.” “Well, congratu-bloody-fucking-lations to you, but I didn’t! Being a vampire as old as sin doesn’t mean you couldn’t be torn limb from limb if—” He realized he was still yelling. He stopped abruptly, aware of both vampires now watching him:
He was worried eep
