Look, I was young, and I didn't know any better. None of them was powerful enough, or old enough to be able to fly home. Warm blood. Gregory was there, his hands on Damian's arm and shoulder, trying to use supernatural strength against supernatural strength.
Smell, his smell, that I knew. Used my hands to mound the flesh of his chest, so I could take more of his nipple into my mouth, more of his breast. Belle had wanted to understand what I was, and she had also thought it would raise some hell. He hung up.
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