Fang Chronicles
"Gentle won't work with him, but maybe one of your frying pans will."
They both laughed, and then Madayah crawled across the two feet separating them and laid the scared side of her face on Zenya's lap, kissing her belly. "I've craved this smell for years, and maybe our clan will produce more children than we know what to do with."
Vorlyk's voice startled the two women. "Your thoughts are troubling, my love."
"Troubling?" Madayah turned her head and smiled at her vampire.
"Maybe troubling isn't the word, but your distress interrupted my sleep and brings me out in the daylight."
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