What's wrong? Micah whispered, as if he'd felt some tension in me. Did you? Nope. Jean-Claude waved me toward the bathroom. Federal Marshal Anita Blake.
Run the bath. I got a glimpse of another woman, but I couldn't see her clearly. Funny how living with a stripper and dating someone who owned a strip club had made me pay attention to things I never thought I'd want, or need, to know. He gave me a look.
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