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Lure Him Out. Send In A 'customer' With A Message From Me Needing To Meet Him. I'm Not The Kind Of Person He Can Ignore-well, That He Used To Not-never Mind. Once He's Out, We Can Get Him To A Place We Choose." I Nodded. "i Can Do That." "no," Said Dimitri. "you Can't." "why Not?" I Asked, Wondering If He Thought It Was Too Dangerous For Me. "because They'll Know You're A Dhampir The Instant They See You. They'll Probably Smell It First. No Strigoi Would Have A Dhampir Working For Him-only Humans." There Was An Uncomfortable Silence In The Car. "no!" Said Sydney. "i Am Not Doing That!

Don't Fight Them Anymore.i'm Going To Go With Them." "no. I Won't Let Them Take You." "you Have To," I Begged. He Was Breathing Hard, Every Part Of Him Braced And Ready To Attack. We Locked Gazes, And A Thousand Messages Seemed To Flow Between Us As The Old Electricity Crackled In The Air.

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