The pure uniqueness of what we did virtually demands that there exist somewhere a record of what transpired and the terrible toll the results exerted on those of us involved.
Betsy sensed that there was friction between them.
Jule couldn't shake his amazement that there was a vamp capable of thinking.
Yully let the power fill her and mix with the other energies, staving off panic that there was much more than she could ever control.
