"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat"
"I told you once before,” I said, the words husky from remembrance. “Everyone holds their sins close to their skin.” Fangs gleamed for an instant before Vlad bit into his wrist, pooling up two deep crimson holes. “Then come,” he said, holding it out. “And taste mine."
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Source: Jeaniene Frost (2009). “At Grave's End: A Night Huntress Novel”, p.28, Harper Collins
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