My skin was empty of their touch, but the link between us was still there. The Browns' son died about three years ago. Just been donating a little too much blood lately. Drop your shields, he said, and even in my head, his voice was matter-of-fact.
Their need undid me more easily than any physical strength or threat. I was on the cement walkway, breathing in all the night air I could, when Zerbrowski came to find me. So I could hunt bad guys and not lose control in the middle of it all. But I couldn't stop the list there, not and be honest.
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