If Micah was still standing behind me, no noise betrayed it. Handguns will do the job, but it takes longer, and it wastes a hell of a lot of ammo. It wasn't like breathing, and it wasn't like feeding when I touched someone, it was closer to literally I pulled back from him, put a hand on his chest to keep him from closing that distance again.
His lips were so still against mine. I, too, have learned from harsh experience. When his lips touched my skin, I felt what Damian was feeling. Nathaniel came to my side, and he had my gun.
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