The thought helped me swim back up into control, at least a little. He dropped to his knees and smashed his hands into the floor. I patted Requiem's hand and said, Excuse me a minute. Liar, I said.
I raised my face and met those wolfish eyes. No, I said, I'm really not. Jean-Claude smiled. I wouldn't have missed seeing him cry over a dead spider for anything.
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