It was metal pieces, too big to be ammo, and too oddly shaped on the end I could see. I'm Jean-Claude's human servant, one third of his little triumvirate of power. Was that a joke? A little one, yes. Edward looked at me, asking a question with his eyes.
There were people in jail at this very moment for killing vamps. Nothing moved but his eyes. How had he gotten hurt? I hurried to catch up with Marks. I looked to the ring finger and found a wedding band set that looked heavy and expensive, though to be sure I'd have to move the hand and I wasn't ready for that yet.
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