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He pulls the shirt off of it, watching as more blood flows out to join what’s smudged across his arm. He quickly recovers it and presses hard. “I’m fine. The child tried to eat me.”
Gabriel rolls his eyes. “It’s natural. You have reflexes involving punching and whatnot and we bite.”
Ben shoots him a squinty glare. “Vampires.”
Cage stands, approaching him. “Augh, Ben. It’s really bloody. Should I get Vi??”
“No.” Ben and Gabriel simultaneously say.