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When Lash finally released Mr D&039;s vein, he pushed hi on the counter, he reveled in the fact that his hunger was sated and that his body seey as fuck, which hat always happened after he fed

He&039;d been taking Xhex&039;s throat periodically just for kicks and giggles, but that clearly wasn&039;t what he needed to fill his gut

Which left hi off of lessers?

Nah, he didn&039;t fly that way Never had No fucking way he was going to be latching onto the throats of guys with any regularity

Lifting up his arm, he checked his watch Ten uy Felt like one, too

"Clean yourself up," he told Mr D "I have shit you need to do"

As he started to give out the orders, his

"You got that?" he said

"Yes, suh" The Texan looked around the bathroo for a towel

"Downstairs," Lash snapped "Kitchen And you need to go getthem here Oh, and while you&039;re at the brownstone, set some more food out in the bedroo on loose legs

"Did you get the new recruit a cell phone? ID?" Lash called after hi And I texted you the number"

Fucker really was an excellent PA

As Lash leaned into the shower and cranked the knobs on the tile wall, he wouldn&039;t have been surprised if either nothing came out or there was only a thin trail of brown h Fresh, clean rain fell from the showerhead and he quickly undressed

It felt good to wash off, kind of like he was rebooting his body

After he was finished, he used his shirt to dry hi down, he closed his eyes and put his hand on his stomach over where the sores were Which was du

As the sounds fro, he was relieved and a little surprised The noises weren&039;t all painful and frightened anyroans and as

Maybe that had been

Whatever Lash didn&039;t want to be all out-of-it around his father, so with any luck the new recruit would be used for a while

Lash closed his eyes and tried to shut his head off Plans for the Society, thoughts of Xhex, frustration at the whole feeding thing His brain waves coalesced into a whirl, but his body was too exhausted to sustain consciousness

Which was just as well--

It was as he sank down into sleep that he had the vision Sharp and clear, it ca hisall other preoccupations out of the way

He saw hirown up on, going over the laard the grand house Inside, the lights were glowing and folks were one in and murdered those two vampires who had raised him These were not the profiles of people he kneever They were different They were the huht was the ivy bed that he&039;d buried his parents in

He saw hi the hole and duardener had planted it over with new ivy growth

Kneeling down, he reached forward only to see that his arm was not his own

He was as his true father existed: a black, shi shadow

For some reason, the revelation panicked him and he tried to rouse himself In his motionless skin, he thrashed

But he had sunk too low to get free of the pull

Ricardo Benloise&039;s art gallery was don, over near the St Francis Hospital co stood out amid its sister 1920s-era "skyscrapers" thanks to a face-lift that left it with a brushed- steel exterior and s the size of barn doors

Rather like a starlet seated next to a bunch of dowagers

As John and the boys appeared on the sidewalk across froe panels of glass, he could see lasses as they inspected the art on the walls Which at least froer painting and the work of a sadist with a rusty nail fetish