Not a fine tremble, but a full-blown quaking, as if from the wrist down I was having a fit. It's not always about sex, Anita, sometimes it's just about being close. Besides, I couldn't just flounce out of the Jeep like normal. What message? I shook my head.
The locket had once belonged to Julianna, and was more than three hundred years old. At this point I'd take almost any emotion that wasn't one of them. It was part of what it meant to be master and servant. It wasn't that deep.
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