Maybe, but what's your point? My abilities with the dead are genetic, it's like a psychic gift. I never felt dressed in just thigh-highs and boots, and still wearing the shirt complete with gun didn't matter either. Thanks to Jean-Claude's vampire marks I was just a little stiff. I grabbed Requiem's arms, dug my fingers into his flesh.
Why ever not? Jean-Claude asked. I nodded, maybe a little too rapidly. It was just the boys' quiet breathing, the rustle of a sheet when Jason moved in his sleep. I let out the breath I was holding and tried to relax, never my best thing.
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