Anita Blake (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
anita_blake) wrote2009-09-05 07:59 pm
anita_blake) wrote2009-09-05 07:59 pm
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Anita is curled up on the couch in the room she sees as the lycanthrope room, a book in her hands. She's trying very hard not to think much.
Think about Jean-Claude.
Think about Richard.
Think about Asher.
Think about Micah.
Or Damian.
Or Nathaniel.
No one. Nothing. She just loses herself in her book, the door ajar in cases anyone comes by looking for her.
Think about Jean-Claude.
Think about Richard.
Think about Asher.
Think about Micah.
Or Damian.
Or Nathaniel.
No one. Nothing. She just loses herself in her book, the door ajar in cases anyone comes by looking for her.