I laugh at the jape Niccolette has regaled my herd with. I look at her, not in the way that a vampire appraises a mortal, but as a father looks to a daughter, the way a man looks upon a lover. I see something from the corner of my eye; and as I turn to look, all that I see is the expanse of Noir.
I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
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