Your blood runs through my body, and I am mortal once more, with all the appetites of a mortal man. Edward pantomimed for me to go forward and lie down. He shook his head. I drew it from the chest, blood stained to my elbows.
Bernardo had moved up behind me, closer than I wanted him. His shirt was white and short-sleeved like something you'd get at any department store. I raised up slowly, still practicing nice even breaths. Whatever did those people wasn't a giant cicada, Anita.
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