It was a small one, no screaming, no clawing, just that helpless spasming, and not much of that by my standards. I was standing over the bathtub now, and the water was cloudy. I looked at Malcolm; it was beginning not to be a friendly look. Other vamps call them nightshirt Mormons.
It was real. Ayoob's writings. I almost kept the next part to myself, but I had to know. I'm always nice, I said.
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