If I had to guess, there wasn't a vamp in the room under a hundred. Policemen should never be that well pleased with themselves. My teacher, Marianne, had told me that I couldn't just ignore the boys, that that would be dangerous. I rolled the sleeve of my jacket back over my left arm.
He couldn't or wouldn't meet my gaze. I wrapped it around my finger, holding pressure to it. When I moved a hand to touch my hair, his eyes tracked it. The night was very dark, as if thick clouds hid the sky.
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