Richard seemed at a loss for words. I'd been skeptical, to say the least, when Marianne first got out a deck of cards to do a reading, but they were eerily accurate, at least in her hands. But whatever the reasoning, Requiem had behaved himself in circumstances where most men wouldn't have. Malcolm jerked away from me, but it was too late.
ree men, maybe four, depending on how you looked at it, still made me squirm with something painfully close to embarrassment. Why are you at a strip club getting drunk? I asked. It wasn't the same part that raised zombies. The moment I touched him, he stirred in his sleep.
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