| A
rich melodius voice floated around us. |
The
voice belonged to Jean-Claude, club owner and master vampire.
He looked like a vampire was supposed to look. Softly curling
hair tangled with the high white lace of an antique shirt. Lace
spilled over pale, long-fingered hands. The shirt hung open
giving a glimpse of lean bare chest framed by more frothy lace.
Most men couldn't have worn a shirt like that. The vampire made
it seem utterly masculine. |
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