Whatever his motive, he stood between me and his Ulfric, and that wasn't the wisest thing he'd ever done. I smelled the blood before I touched the door. I raised my face and met those wolfish eyes. His dark eyes were almost black, and his clean-cut face was as angry as I'd ever seen it.
I had to not look, because the craving was still there. Shame, anger, rage. I looked at the vampire, still hiding behind his leather jacket, and felt nothing. The question is, are you okay with it? I shrugged.
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