I looked up into that face, met the turquoise flame of his eyes, but it wasn't me that was pulled into his gaze. Yeah, I'd like to say I was searching for a pulse, but that wasn't really it. 60Jean-Claude's hands on mine, his body spilled out along the head of the bed. He jerked away from me.
I watched them start taking out the wounded. I wasn't open enough to be this rough. Nathaniel offered to fix tea, but Richard said he didn't want any. I frowned up at him.
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