[ As the boy approaches, Armand's gaze slides down to linger on his throat and the blood beating beneath his skin. Even without touching him, he can sense the heat of his body, the sweet mortal warmth. He wonders if his blood will be as sweet. ]
They can hold anything.
[ Armand presses his thumbnail into the crack in the plastic egg, cracking in two. There's no pearl inside, only a small chalky heart, painted with the words: KISS ME. ]
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They can hold anything.
[ Armand presses his thumbnail into the crack in the plastic egg, cracking in two. There's no pearl inside, only a small chalky heart, painted with the words: KISS ME. ]