There was one leg left of my pants, pooled around my ankle. Once I'd justified it for myself, by thinking that I was the good guy, that there were things I wouldn't do, lines I wouldn't cross. Blake, check it out. I was standing close enough to the groom to see the look that Tammy's father gave Larry.
He drew himself up even straighter in his seat, very formal. I felt his bones grow long and straight, felt his flesh coalesce around him. Audit and be damned. Jean-Claude's blood thirst was quenched but there were other hungers.
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