Book3:WereMyDreamIs

thigh.Thegreedylittlemosquito,heavywithfreshlysuckedbloodwassluggishandslowtomoveandwassquashedunderherhand,leavingaspotoffreshbloodonCharina’ssnowwhiteskin.

    Uhemoonlight,ashadowfshedby.EmmanuelproppedonehandonthewalndjumpedeasilyintoCharina’sbackyard.Hendedalmostnoiselesslyonbothlegs,butstillhunchedbehindatreetosurveytheyout.Seeingnothingoutoftheordinary,hewalkedsilentlytoaslightlyopenedwindowtopeekilytemptedbyCharina’salmostnudebody,hepulledoutabrooisefromhispocketandpoisheadatthedirethenoseandmouthofCharinawhowaslyingonthebednearby.Hepulledandthenreleasedthemeismatitstaindathinlineofpowdersquirtedoutofthetortoise’mouthstraighttowardsCharina’snoseandmouth.Charinawasnotreallyasleepyet.