It was not a friendly look. I let Primo's rage meet the great seething mass of my own rage. A badge doesn't make you a cop, Blake. The taste of our own blood in our mouths, bitter.
Well, I can't say I put it as well as you just did, but I swear to you that I did tell them no. Jean-Claude was suddenly louder than ever in my head. What would I do to keep Jean-Claude's vampires from being at the mercy of masters like Belle Morte? Anything. His power tried to spill outward, but I held it back .
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