Apparently, he liked doing it, because he kept smashing his hands into the carpeted floor, over and over. We had a basement-cleaning party one night; Nathaniel's idea. And just saying it out loud like that made me cringe inside. Who will embrace me? Embrace made me feel faintly warm, as if I'd been given a really good hug by someone I cared about.
I knelt on the other side of him, across from his friend. At last, Jean-Claude said, and he was smiling, too. I could feed on that divine or infernal spark that made him vampire. A pale line of arm, one hand pointing skyward, as if it was propped on something I couldn't see.
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