Then we find out. He pushed her small hand into his jeans. She knew the truth of it all right. When I drink blood, I. “If you come a step nearer to me,” she said, “I will smash every glass on this table. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. Anna watched her from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and disappear.
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