"Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool."

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I told you once before,” I said, the words husky from remembrance. “Everyone holds their sins close to their skin.” Fangs gleamed for an instant before Vlad bit into his wrist, pooling up two deep crimson holes. “Then come,” he said, holding it out. “And taste mine.

— Jeaniene Frost