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Reflections of Change
"It's rather interesting to know what a pure vampire looks like," Wesley murmured thoughtfully. He ran his thumb down the margin of the book's fine print. "No, nothing here," he muttered to himself, then paused and looked up as a shadow fell across the page. "Ah, Angel, lovely to see you."
The vampire ignored him, prying the book from Wesley's grasp. "It's what's inside me. I'll deal. And strangely enough, I really don't want to find out if it's going to surface again."
Wesley touched his fingers gently to Angel's wrist. "It wasn't for you, Angel. I need to know."