It's my best educated guess, but maybe she's one of those people that doesn't fight back. In fact, I couldn't read the expression on his face. But it made him let go of Nathaniel's hair. Asher had been the blond beauty to Jean-Claude's brunette once, then some well-meaning church officials had captured him and used holy water to drive the devil out of him.
What's up, Jean-Claude? Whatever do you mean, ma petite? he asked, and came to sit down on part of the bed near me. I was capable of doing that now, but if they were as good as I feared, they'd sense it. I nodded, and it was as if I was mesmerized by him. It helped chase some of that lostness away, but not all of it.
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