She hates that she was right, and her gut roils uneasily; a taste of bile in her throat. Her fingers curl against his chest, and if he was wearing a shirt she would be clutching it tight.
"And yet he allows them to drink from you without issue? You spoke as if it was common, as if...he was not the only one that did it. Or am I assuming too much?"
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Date: 2020-12-06 02:34 am (UTC)"And yet he allows them to drink from you without issue? You spoke as if it was common, as if...he was not the only one that did it. Or am I assuming too much?"