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61 " Bouvier, Magnus Bouvier.” “I do not know the name.” “Should you?” He just smiled at me. It meant nothing and everything. “You are an irritating son of a bitch.” “Ah, ma petite, how can I resist you when you whisper such sweet endearments to me?” I glared at him, which made him smile wider. There was just the faintest hint of fang peeking into view. Someone "
― Laurell K. Hamilton , Bloody Bones (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter #5)
62 " He raised the sheet in front of his chest, an almost protective gesture. “It comes.” Fear in his voice. “What comes?” “The sun.” I glanced at the closed drapes against the far wall. They were double thick, but a line of greyish light edged them. “You’ll be alright like this without your coffin?” “As long as no one opens the drapes.” He looked at me for a long moment. “I love you, ma petite, as much as I’m able.” I "