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"Attendez Who are you?"

The woman at the head of the colorful flock stopped halfway down the hall, and I whippedon her sign had burned me I knew her instantly, of course La Goulue as a dais: thin, sharp, bendy, and with a head of golden hair As I struggled to find words, her skin shivered over frorily striped red that I’d seen earlier on Mademoiselle Caprice

"Bonjour I’m Demi Ward, but they call ht esture that showcased my litheness and made my skirt fan out behind me After a moment of silence, the entire coterie of daihter

"I wouldn’t be too proud of being a cup, if I were you"

I recognized Li acidic tone

"If you are not a daiht orange

"She’s new, aren’t you, doll?" Mel rushed forward, her skin the cheerful green of four-leaf clovers She put a bare ar "Vale brought her up froht And if you’re up here, I suppose you got the job?" I nodded, and she pulledAnd this is your rooed as if she’d seen a o She walked past us and into her roo the door Everyone else pushed toward ? But that is so sad, chérie Where is your trunk?"

"Were you robbed?"

"Paris was so nice before all the huave a collective sigh

"Except for you, De," said a purple daiain, by the fact that daie in a person’s heart and mind, could fail to see or smell the difference between a huot very close, as Mel had, or saw the telltale fangs But I wanted to start out here as ht make the daimons hate or resent er, but I would let therinned, showing off asp

"A Bludman?"

"It can’t be"

"She’ll eat all the customers!"

"Will she eat us?"

"I don’t think so We don’t taste so good, on the inside"

Mel let out a piercing whistle, and the other dai and instead stared at aloshes

"Silly things Do you think Madaerous?" She turned to me and put a hand onHave you ever killed anyone?"

"Never I’ve never even drunk from a live body And Blud again, and Blaise stepped out of their throng

"It’s true Madaainst Monsieur Philippe She kissed hih "If you can get close to that buffet of flesh without drawing blood, you can withstand anything"

"I almost killed him just last week, and I can’t even eat hihed and crept forward, and I closed s to sirls and stood to face me Her cheekbones were hard-cut, her face pointed and austere Hers was a cruel beauty, and in a way, I envied her Even after being bludded, I still felt too soft, too curved, too pink-cheeked No one wouldlicks your hand does not s, ressive as hers "I don’t plan on licking you or turning on you," I said "I’d rather be friends"

Her nostrils flared, her eyes narrowing to glittery green slits like cracked glass "I don’t have friends And I don’t keep dogs And if you ever try to lick led in the air, their wicked points eventhanhere, De"