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”
I
gasp
,
reeling
.
Isn
’
t
this
what
I
want
?
He
wants
more
.
He
wants
it
,
too
!
My
inner
goddess
has
backflipped
off
the
podium
and
is
doing
cartwheels
around
the
stadium
.
It
’
s
not
just
me
.
“
What
happened
to
the
other
fourteen
?
”
I
ask
.
Jeez
,
he
’
s
talking
—
take
advantage
.
“
You
want
a
list
?
Divorced
,
beheaded
,
died
?
”
“
You
’
re
not
Henry
VIII
.
”
“
Okay
.
In
no
particular
order
,
I
’
ve
only
had
long
-
term
relationships
with
four
women
,
apart
from
Elena
.
”
“
Elena
?
”
“
Mrs
.
Robinson
to
you
.
”
He
half
smiles
his
secret
-
private
-
joke
smile
.
Elena
!
Holy
fuck
.
The
evil
one
has
a
name
and
it
’
s
all
foreign
sounding
.
A
vision
of
a
glorious
,
pale
-
skinned
vamp
with
raven
hair
and
ruby
-
red
lips
comes
to
mind
,
and
I
know
that
she
’
s
beautiful
.
I
must
not
dwell
.
I
must
not
dwell
.
