Okay, why are you mad at me? She glanced sort of sideways at me. Anita is getting better control over the ardeur, Micah said. You didn't enjoy it, Richard said. I had to stand on tiptoe to touch his face, and Requiem was at my arm, as I wobbled.
I don't know. His look said clearly that the sheriff would sort me out, and he'd enjoy a ringside seat. Everything about him said that here was someone who'd never had anything too bad happen to him. He was clean, no vamp bites.