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It wasn’t signed

I put it in the trash pile and bent to scoop up as sure to be a dick pic Since I wasn’t on social media and didn’t even have an e me real pictures of their junk I honestly had no idea why, since I couldn’t tell the part in this strange sort of norant

"C’mere, little willy, tiers hit off the edge and accidentally flipped it over

I feltif it was Photoshop, until I saw the hand scrawled Durant and the arrow pointing to clothing filled out like a person wore them, without the person actually pictured

Much like a vampire wouldn’t show up in a photo

I snatched it up

Ropes wound around an invisible body, indenting a shirt and pants Out from the shirt hovered the top of a wooden post Fire starters, those logs you bought in the store to light a fire, were piled up to mid-calf area on the pant

That had to be a joke, since fire logs produced a slow smolder, not a proper burn

I could just ray The color and texturesite I checked the return address Yes, the sa was different than when I’d last seen him If it was him, and I had no reason to assume it wasn’t since I wouldn’t care about any other vaone back to his house that night and he hadn’t been there That didn’t tell ht Darius out, or vice versa

So Mr All Powerful had trapped Mr Handso over the picture again, I focused on the rope No way could normal rope keep a vampire put He could easily rip out of it in his hue to his monster forical Or else a spell was keeping him put and the rope was for show Yes, that fit with the fire logs and the nature of the e’s note Cute

I dropped the picture onto the letter and sat for a lanced at the , then the clock byI checked ates now, I’d have a better chance of breaking in before they got all their defenses up Then again, if they’d dropped off the letter earlier in the night, they were ready for ot Darius out of there, he’d get fried by the sun I wasn’t sure how exactly that would ith the contract, but killing a high-level vaot paid I already had one va a bond-mate--probably; I still didn’t have any proof--and I’d rather not make any more ene, sundown

I had a whole day to obsess Great

My e I’ll show you mine if you show me yours Let’s h, and I had a feeling it had to do withtheir spells? Or use my abilities to help them out? Whatever it was, the ansould be no

What ith the showing-and-telling bit? A dick pic made sense with that line, but a surly vampire tied up to a post, ready to be burned at the stake by logs that didn’t do ainst ically create fire Hoondered, and did he knohat kind?

I continued to tap e was using Wondering if I’d strayed close to theknown it

What else could it be?

Unless Margaret had so John’s book, and blabbed when the powerful

The ere covered I didn’t see how that was possible