” Her urge to drink deeply of his blood was growing insane, ignited by what he had already donated. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. Part of her felt like laughing insanely at how badly she had been duped. ‘You can if you like. I'll be quiet.
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