By a miracle, he averted its path, his hold on the girl’s mouth shifting fast to grasp her wrist. Her blood spurted into his mouth and he drank. She would lure him, as he was an easily tempted child predator who could even more easily be turned into prey. ‘Who kills who?’ ‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. She knew the significance: the red corpuscle was being burnt out by the fires of alcohol.
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