He was wearing a plain white T-shirt with his black jeans, jogging shoes, and his own short, leather jacket. Shit, it's silver. They did total nudity across the river, how could I have forgotten? What I wanted to do was run screaming, but instead I let Owen maneuver us toward the black-draped area across from the bar. Into that brief silence I felt power like something large had pushed against a door in my head.
In that moment I knew it wasn't my memory. It was damn passive for me, but I couldn't lead, because I couldn't dance. I could still taste the meat, the blood, feel it going down Richard's throat. Blake, what was done to them was monstrous.
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