He looked up then, looking into her face. Give up? No. Not nearly enough blood for what we'd done to him. I may not be around to find it next time, he said.
I pried one hand up. Cesar moved up beside me. The muscles under his skin began to shrink as though he had a wasting disease, but what should have taken months was happening in seconds. There's no way to conceal this thing without a rig for it.
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