…and Lucy.” She looked like she might cry.’What about her?'”Lucy smells like food.” She nearly gagged saying it.’Sol, all that’s normal. Lucy smelled good before I turned, and now she smells even better. But I haven’t tried to eat her face and neither will you.'”She’s not safe in this house.”‘Safer than out there,’ I argued, even though I agreed with her. ‘Look, you used to eat hamburgers.’She blinked, confused. “So?”‘So, did you ever walk through one of the farms at a field party and suddenly try to eat a cow?'”Um, no.” Her chuckle was watery but it was better than nothing. “And, ew.”‘Exactly. You can crave blood and not eat your best friend.

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