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        Themanagercaughttheflickerinhereyesandmistookitforfear.Hislipscurledwithgreasysatisfaction.Hethrusthishipsforward,obsceneinhismockery.

        "What?Firsttimeseeingone?"hesneered."It''scalledprotection.Aguy''sgottabecareful.Someonelikeyou—lettingthatghost-facedbastardpawatyou—whoknowswhatkindofrotyou''recarrying?I''mnotlookingtocatchanything."

        Reyasaidnothing.Onlyhergazedarkened,thesilencepressingdownuntilitfeltheavierthanwords.

        Hemistookitagain,grinningwider."Relax.Didn''tyousaythiswasfuntiedup?Ijustwanttoseehowgoodthatmouthofyoursreallyis."

        Heleanedin,bracingbothpalmsagainstthemattress,inhalinglikeanaddict.Herscenthithimthickandheady,makinghisbreathrasplikebellows.

        Reyaclosedhereyes,smotheringtherevulsioncrawlinginherthroat.Thatbarriersealedoffwhatsheneeded.Strikenow,andshe''donlygleanscrapsofenergyfromhissurface—farfromenough.

        Patience.Sheneededhimtoremovethebarrierhimself.

        Withdeliberateslowness,shetiltedherfaceup,herlipsbrushinghisearasshewhispered,voicehuskyasalover''scroon:"Manager...youwearingthat...areyouscaredI''lldrainyou?"

        Shelingeredontheworddrain,lettingitunfurlagainsthisskininadamp,heatedexhale.

        Hejoltedasifshocked."Whatthehell—?"

        Memorystabbedthrough:thecleaner''sbabbling,howshe''dswornshesawthiswomanandthatdamnedmanintheact,shehadusedthesameword—drain.

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