I know a judge that hates vampires enough to give me a court order. He whispered against my hair, This would be easier if you were wearing underwear. A pulse, a heartbeat, that found me, that brought me out. Nathaniel was pressed against the side of my face, his mouth just under the line of my jaw.
Secure in his faith, safe in his knowledge, trusting in a way that I had lost so long ago. Okay, you want to talk about it? I didn't take offense. Either he was better than I was, and he was invisible, which meant he was farther into the room, or he was hiding somewhere that the team hadn't gotten to yet, or both. Nathaniel was staring at me with those lavender eyes.
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