He fingered the cross-shaped tie tack that was standard police issue almost everywhere, but somehow I thought Marks was serious about it. He led her quietly back to her table, to the man that was standing, wondering what he should do. His face was soft and sad. You just get used to it.
He was tasting my blood and liked it. He just shook his head. I shook my head. It was almost a relief to be up against mere humans.
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