You must raise the ardeur, ma petite, you must. I enjoyed killing. If he'd just sat, I could have handled it, but of course he didn't. He refused to get out of my way.
Again, there was that feeling in her voice that I'd betrayed her. Malcolm jerked away from me, but it was too late. I'd just as soon not be dead before he does it. I leaned against the cabinet and looked at her.
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