He made the movement strangely graceful and more feminine than it should have been, as if in his mind he was tucking a hundred dollars into the tops of silk stockings. It was as if the very essence of our bodies had responded to that desire. He leaned in so that his face was almost touching my ear. You do babble when you're nervous or horny, Gregory said.
I could feel it. You have to divorce yourself from your emotions, or you can't do your job. But Requiem kept me standing, and I pulled the dead man from his grave, pulled him perfect and whole, until he stood ta Except that I was still freezing.
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