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Danny was sitting up against the headboard, his knees drawn up against his chest. A sort of guy version of the fetal position. He was watching me with wary eyes. Who would blame him?
Although the room was dark, I could see the red welts around his neck. He had regained his breath and I had calmed considerably. The fury that overcame me had nothing to do with the vampire in me, and everything to do with the mother in me.
"I have given strict instruction to my attorney to release sealed information concerning your...disease," he said. His voice was ragged and torn, as if he were speaking through a very old microphone. Or a very damaged throat. "That is, should anything suspicious happen to me."
"What do you mean?" I was sitting on the edge of the bed. A sick realization came over me. Danny, despite my threats of bodily harm, would have the upper hand in this situation.
"I've completely detailed everything about your vampirism. Everything. From your attack six years ago to your account with the butchery in Norco."
"No one will believe it. They'll think you're crazy."
"Maybe, maybe not."
"What does that mean, Danny?"
"I've included in the packet two additional items. A video of me holding a mirror up to you while you slept, and a vial of your own tainted blood."
"Are you insane?" I asked.
"Maybe. But I want the kids, and I want them safe, and I want you to stay away and keep your filthy hands off me
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