Cooper's hair had the texture of someone who, if they let it grow out at all, it would have body and wave to it. Immortality, I said, right, Cooper? Not just that. It felt wonderful. Gregory stayed crouched on the floor, as if he were half-thinking about springing up and turning it all into a fight.
I had to ball the black silk robe up over one arm to keep from tripping over it. I'm too tired for sex, Jean-Claude. It tried to crawl out of my skin, tried to expand inside my body, but there was no beast to call. Gil was the only werefox in town.
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