Far from it. What's that for? He held the needle, maybe four inches long, twirling it slowly between his fingers. Being stared at hard enough to bore a hole through my flesh was beginning to get on what nerves I had left It wasn't my imagination. He suddenly sounded faux-British.
I stared into those dark brown eyes and realized that the smile was his blank-cop face. Instead, I stood my ground. I jerked my hand back, and blinked awake, with a gasp. Making a new division for preternatural crimes wasn't a popular move with everyone.
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