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hose curtains before I
got through with him.
Luckily, he'd been well on the road to doing it anyway,
having rationalized that I was too stubborn to tell him anything.
It took me only about five minutes to get him to the window. As
I watched through slitted lids, he pulled the shade down and
closed the thick curtains, shutting off the blinding assault.
My body is tough; the headache and nausea began to fade
almost instantly as the room fell into shadow. Of course, I was
still weak as a wine cooler, so I wouldn't be breaking any
handcuffs anytime soon.
So, for lack of anything better to do, I went back to
probing him as he hovered by the window. And almost wished I
hadn't.
Decker was regretting the impulse to close the curtains and
wondering what the hell he was going to do with me now,
especially considering how late it was. Worse, he was thinking
about a videotape of Dracula he rented recently. And
specifically about the scene where Dr. Van Helsing and Jonathan
Harker gave Lucy the vampire a two-by-four surprise.
Ugh.
Now, why it was okay to drive a stake through my heart but
not torture
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