She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. When he found himself thinking about it, it upset him so that he at once resorted to distraction. Vampires are very lonely creatures, John.
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