“Who’s your friend, Michael? Looks tasty.” His grin widened, showing long, sharp fangs. Unwilling belief started to take root inside her and grow. This might be an elaborate prank, but she couldn’t see how they’d managed that smoke-mist effect and couldn’t imagine why they’d go to so much trouble. She started to really worry when Michael said, “What are you doing here?” and even he sounded concerned. The newcomer’s fangs almost glittered, reflecting the firelight, as he shook his head. “Michael! This is your last night. Why do you think I’m here?” “To continue making my life hell,” Michael answered. “Dear boy, no such thing. You’re throwing away a heaven you barely imagine.” “You’ve already shown me. Our definitions are different.” The creature turned its red gaze her way. “But what’s this? Michael, you’ve been holding out on me. What a sweet little morsel you have here.” “Right,” Michael answered. “And how did you arrange that, anyway, Antoine?”
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