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I barely had tiuy with skin the color of good espresso and yellowish eyes, before Sophie was doing her level best to claw his face off Her speed was devastating I think only Sinclair could have stopped her but he just watched All he said was, "The French," with a shrug

So, as usual, I was the one stuck with the round "Stop, stop!" I shrieked "Sophie, what are you doing? Get off hi for his eyes and a strea from her spittle-ridden mouth Alonzo did not appear immediately hurt, and appeared able to fend her off However, she consuh of his attention that he did not say a word

Liam took a step forward-to restrain the love of his life, or help her, no one knew-but Tina wisely knocked hi to throw, or, perhaps side, and the other va to thees (I think they were European languages Hell, it could have been Asian, or Antarctican What aot up off the couch, looked at Sophie and said, "Hon, don&039;t do that," and started forward again I tried to grab one of theot an elbow in the cheek for iven me a massive shiner in the old days, and that&039;s when Eric finally said soh"

In the movies, everybody would have stopped; Alonzo did, but Sophie was still shrieking and clawing at hie strip of skin off his shaved scalp

Eric stepped forward, grabbed her by the right elbow, and tossed her away from Alonzo as easily as I&039;d have tossed a cardboard box She caro despite herself, but I gamely recovered and stood by Eric&039;s side I tucked my hands intoand piped up loyally, if shakily, "Sophie, he said enough These are guests in noring all of Eric&039;s previous advice on the care and handling of ancient European vampires

"Bastard!" Sophie was as wild-eyed as a rabid cat; I&039;d never even heard her raise her voice, never mind totally lose it like she&039;d done

Alonzo calhhh!) and said in a pleasant Spanish accent, "The pleasure is mine, senorita"

"You dare, you dare speak to me? You dare look at iveness?"

"We have uy was And his very voice suggested a ht all at once-yuish trickle of blood inched toward his eyes, and one of the vampires behind him handed him a spotless white handkerchief Of course, anybody else would be slipping on a gigantic puddle of their own blood (head wounds in particular looked so frightening), but not a vampire And certainly not this va Sophie with his cat eyes

"You don&039;t reed with suave innocence

"August 1, 1892? You were visiting Paris You went to a tavern You-"

"Oh," he said carelessly "The bar girl"

"Don&039;t tell er at Alonzo "He killed me He murdered me"

"Oh, hell," Jessica said, which exactly echoed my sentiments