"Chrissie? That would be the one we caught that night?" He doesn't answer, but I can tell I'm right.
"She talked to us. She told us everything she knew, everything she suspected, her life's story from beginning to end." I lick blood off the end of his severed finger and watch him writhe. "They gave her to me after that. I ate her heart." I give him a big toothy grin. "Well... after I was finished with her.…
Hell, couldn't have her coming back after that. A werewolf and a vampire? What the hell kind of thing would that have been?"
I move my face close, noses almost touching.
"You still have plenty of pieces I can remove." My voice is silky with threat. "I can keep this up way longer than you can. After a while, there won't be anything left to salvage, and you'll be begging me to let you die."
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