`` mike insisted i carry this tonight when he went out looking for you . `` which leads me back to my original question-the warriors of the blood do n't marry ? '' he rocked back and forth on the edge , while gnawing on what looked like a chicken wing . marble cracked like a whip of thunder . much later , our skin cooled in the evening air as we lay on the blanket . she smelled fresh and sweet and jess could n't resist sliding his tongue along her neck , tasting soft , scented skin . 