Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. “Splendid you are looking to-day, Miss Stanley,” he said. I told him the truth. Hadn’t the stomach to admit the truth, had he? I’ll lay any money he labelled you with some foul French name as well. Martin was the only person to directly address Lucy again, trying to reassure her that “real vampires melt in direct sunlight. A bad man, in fact. Lucy finished Michelle off, leaving only a dry, unrecognizable husk. Darrell stopped, and drew his sword.
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