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Niclas hadn’t needed to feed. Not as much as he’d convinced himself he needed to, at least. So when he’d gotten his fill from the slave he’d coaxed out of its cell, the vampire released them, throwing himself against one of the couches. “No wait — c’mere.” He raised his hand and waved them over.
In his haste to be alone again, Niclas had almost forgotten one very important thing. “Closer, darling.” Once they were close enough, he reached out and pulled them in closer still, his pupils dilating as he spoke. “Forget that you know me. All you’ll remember is that you were fed on, the man was polite, a gentleman, really. And that you enjoyed yourself very much. Oh — and have this...” Nic produced a large bandage from his breast coat pocket, one of the many he kept there for this exact reason. “Put it on and be on your way.”
