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41 " Seconds later, his nephew came clambering down the stairs, the family’s dog in his arms, happily licking his face. He saluted them with his gun as he stood next to Daniel. "
― Avril Ashton , Call the Coroner (Staniel, #1)
42 " Your touch kills me,” Daniel confessed through the thickness in his throat. “It’s the sweetest murder, and I want it again and again.” Fingers crooked, he went deep in search of that knot. "
43 " The scent of a man. This man. He ached from head to toe. He ached. He craved. "
44 " How is our mutual friend?” Syren Rua sat back, legs stretched out and ankles crossed as he regarded Daniel with a mildly curious expression. “Still alive, I hope? "
45 " Eyes closed, Stavros clung to the sheets, fisting them as he sank deeper, the non-existent gag-reflex allowing him to throat all that thickness. Daniel throbbed for him, spilling liquid secrets that burst across his taste buds and sent him groaning. Shuddering. "
46 " You know you can’t kill him.” Syren didn’t look away or back down when Daniel stared at him. He’d learned a long time ago that he didn’t scare the diminutive man with shocked-white hair and eyes the same shade as the lavender plants Petra used to grow in her garden. "
47 " Tell me something…” Syren retook his seat, flicking an invisible something off the lapel of his jacket. “And feel free to answer honestly, m’kay? When you take your blade to Stavros’ flesh, is it the sight of blood that excites you and keeps you going?” He held Daniel’s gaze, eyes speaking louder than his voice, saying he already knew the answer. “Or is it the sight of Stavros Konstantinou’s blood that does the trick? "
48 " M-My bed partners didn’t keep me around for just my wonderful physique and amazing prowess. "
49 " water for days thing, he’d actually like it here in this frozen, damp and dank dungeon. Been a long time since his last vacation. "
50 " Who am I really?” Syren smiled. “I’m the kind of bullet you want in your gun. "