I didn't mean to do it, but I wasn't unhappy about it. Jean-Claude breathed through my mind, shivered over my skin. So why didn't I paste Damian to my body? Because of how much more he wanted from me than I was comfortable with giving. Fought to relax.
I nodded to Fredo; he nodded back. Familiar faces swam into view, blue eyes, green, blond and red-haired, all like me. He covered his face with his hands and made a sound, almost a growl. I reached out for him, caught his shirt, and drew him into us.
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