She inhaled him with each breath, and with each breath she felt absurdly weaker; the tremors within her seemed to race more hotly.
" You need to -- get out, " she whispered.
" You are not listening to me."
" I am. You think that the club is dangerous,and that I should stay away from it. "
from: Heather Graham Pozzessere, Down in New Orleans. Zebra Books 1996, p.147