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strange, it does... I don't think I've ever liked anyone. But yeh..." Annah gave
a half-hearted shrug without meeting my gaze. "I donnae know what it is
about yeh, I mean -- yeh're daft a lot of times, yeh walk like yeh're hips are
broken, yeh're clumsy, yeh smell like a zombie, but..." She sighed. "I like
yeh."
"Annah, why didn't you say something? We could have settled this long b-"
"It's cause I think yeh're doomed." Annah suddenly met my gaze. "I think
yeh walk with chains, but yeh don't know it yet. So I... feel for yeh, but I'm
afraid for yeh... an' that's killing me, it is. I cannae let yeh come tae harm,
but I donnae know what tae do to stop it!"
The heat of her voice rose with each word. Her teeth bit down on
blood-black lips. There was a hunger in her gaze. When we first met she had
lied to me and sent me to die in an alley. When Annah stood by my side she
had fought at my command, bled for me. Annah, so superstitious that she
froze in fear at the mere mention of the Lady, followed me into Ravel's
maze. I could still feel the warmth of her blood trickling into the street, the
desperation when I tried to call her soul back to her body...
In an instant I grabbed the back of her neck with my free hand, and Annah's
features became stone as I pulled her to me and kissed her on the lips.
At first, it was like kissing a wall, then she started slowly kissing me back,
hesitant at first, then with more confidence, her teeth lightly biting my
upper lip. She snarled in the back of her throat, and her tail started snaking
around my leg, then squeezing, each squeeze matching one of her bites.
"Would you two cut it out before I have to get a dabus to separate you!"
Morte hmmphed. I didn't even hear the door open. "Or at least allow me to
cut in."
For once Annah ignored him. I wanted to throw something heavy.
We continued, sharing the warmth of each other's bodies, the moistness of
our lips, when suddenly Annah's skin grew warmer - radiating heat, like hot
coals. I pulled back, Annah's teeth giving one last bite, and she looked at me
in confusion, then anger. "What is it, then? I'm not good at it, am I?"
"No, it's your skin - why are you getting so warm all of a sudden?"
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