He slowed Damian's push toward my face, but only slowed it. The blood red of his hair spilled over his shoulders so that it framed the unbelievable whiteness of his body. He grabbed me, his hands digging into my shoulders. Jack Benchely, human, had a record.
He killed a couple the year after. But I wasn't looking at Marconi, I was looking at Avery. He kept trying to tell me that I was doing it on purpose to get back at Judith and my father. We need to eat a nice balanced diet, heavy on protein.
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