I'd been told that my desire to touch him had been part of the same craving that any servant felt for their master, but I hadn't really believed it. I turned back and found that the man had grabbed Nathaniel's braid. It slashed with claws and fought with muscles that should have been metaphoric but felt all too real. I sighed and fetched my little tape measure out of the jacket pocket.
Someone shook me, sharp and hard. The only definition I know for that term is a lawyer who brings in big bucks for their law firm. Five? Jean-Claude, Nathaniel, Micah, and who? Asher and Damian, I said, and my face was nicely empty when I said it. Not that kind of cold.
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