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“Tell me, Eric,�� he said, licking a droplet from the corner of his mouth. “Have you ever tasted blood?��
       My mouth was so dry I could barely find the voice to answer him. “What an odd question...��
       “But a valid one. Well, have you?��
       “I’ve cut my lip before, so yes, I suppose I have tasted blood, but...��
       “Not your own, you foolish boy.�� He let out a short, derisive laugh and leaned in so that he was only a few inches from my face. “I mean the blood of another.��
       “Good God, Stefan, of course not!��
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