...The dead have a way of becoming saints in the eyes of their survivors...
You bitch!'Why is it that whenever I draw blood, I'm a bitch?
Walking around nude in front of humans was not a good way to keep a low profile with the community. It was an excellent way to make new friends, though.
Behind me, Marc made a soft whistling sound, clearly impressed. βThatβs not standard procedure,β he said, his tone entirely too reasonable as he leaned over the strayβs body to open the back passenger-side door. βYeah, well, Iβm not your standard enforcer.