Ten minutes. He turned down at least three dance offers while we were talking, and I know for a fact that he turned down the beautiful Jessica Arnet for a date. My own hair was back in a ponytail. Absolutely nothing.
He kept his eyes on the vampire along with his gun. He looked eager, anticipatory. He looked me up and down, not the way a man will if he thinks a woman is pretty, but like he was sizing me up, and wasn't impressed. Blake? We are being held against our wills, and we are guilty of nothing except being vampires.
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