Sometime in the middle of the night, Henry is sitting at a typewriter he gained before the plothole checked out and typing rapidly. He stops abruptly and leans back, frowning. Though he'd never admit it, he's almost certainly a little put-out. He hasn't hunted for days, and fed in even longer, and while he's not unwell yet, it isn't pleasant at all
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A man, her neighbour, mayhap, is exiting. "Oh, good night, M'Lord," she says with a little curtsy.
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The hunger that surges then is twofold.
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Kushiel's Chosen is not crossing his path without reason, it seems.
His movement startles her, but only feeds her nature further. "Do you wish for the services of Naamah's servants, My Lord?" Her breath is halting - broken, almost.
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She will accept, she knows, for sheer need. She knows this will strengthen her in the face of Melisande.
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