Graham reacted to it like he'd been struck. Requiem knelt upward, pushing his head out of the blanket and meeting my eyes. The anger pulled back, and even my skin felt cooler. He nodded, once, short, curt, and almost awkwardly, as if he wasn't sure it was a good idea, but he was going to do it anyway.
I'd make people pay for that, wouldn't you? A light came into Bert's eyes. There was nothing to hear. They wanted boys. Drink, he said, you'll feel better once you've had some coffee.
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