Made myself go see what there was to see and leave my worries about my moral decay for another time. He let go of my hair, and his hands touched my hips, and he began to ride our rhythm, the cat's and mine. You're one of Malcolm's deacons for the Church of Eternal Life, I said. I opened my eyes and knew instantly that my eyes had bled to brown fire edged with black.
A woman I didn't know was standing near the television set. He didn't have the kind of power it took to interfere from a room away, not through my shielding and Jean-Claude's. What have you done, ma petite? I don't know what I would have answered, because in that moment the world came back into focus. He's more pissed that a baby like me is his direct boss.
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