This is what I wanted. This guy. This life. This me. I was never getting my old life back, and I didn’t care. I was happy. I was safe. I was right where I wanted to be.
After the woman left, I set my coffee down and opened the bag. Two muffins-double-chocolate and blueberry bran. I texted Adam a thank-you. I’d just started eating the chocolate muffin when he texted backPut that one down and eat the bran. It’s better foryou.
Common courtesy dictates that we never drain the lifeblood of anyone to whom we’ve been formally introduced.
My past was a private obstacle, not a public excuse.
He was tall and scrawny with a face that could be mistaken with Keith Richards on a bad day.
What’s next? If there are vampires in there, they probably drink artificial blood plasma substitute.
There was no closing my eyes and sliding back into that blissful dream of normal. This was my normal now.
Great. So if I saw a guy standing still, and he wasn’t wearing an old uniform, I just had to ask him to walk through furniture. If he stared at me like I was crazy, then I’d know he wasn’t a ghost. – Chloe.
Here I had a wonderful man who cared for me and I was screwing around with a self-absorbed, conniving monster who’d betrayed me in the worst possible way.
I envied it; not the idea of having so much money that you could throw it away, but the thought of growing up in a world where someone cared so much about your happiness and so little about what you accomplished in life.
He looked like a Yanni fan at an Iron Maiden Concert.
What am I? Let’s just say I won’t fetch a stick for you. I won’t beg for treats. And, no matter how nicely you ask, I will not roll over and play dead.
I could only stare, any sense that maybe I understood him evaporating as it always did. I’d glimpse something underneath, and he’d snatched it away so fast it left bruises that called me a fool for hoping for more.
Remember when we met? Before you left, you said you were going to make a fool of yourself over me. That’s still what you’re worried about. That you’ll find yourself doing things you never dreamed of doing, things you laughed at in others, and you’ll make a fool of yourself.
Speaking of death, LeBlanc boasted he could kill me in the waiting room. I broke his wrist. He wasn’t impressed.
We have Kenjii. We have my cell phone. Since we aren’t officially dating, I’m sure you’ll agree that’s all the protection we need.
One second he was in my face, making me feel stupid and useless. The next he was like this: hovering, concerned, worried.
The truth is, if a werewolf behaved like this psychopath it wouldn’t be because he was part animal, but because he was still too human. Only humans kill for sport.
Who cared whether you could change motor oil when you could snap a rottweiler’s neck in 2.8 seconds? Now there was a practical skill.
It was completely fifth garde and completely silly and I loved it, because he wasn’t afraid to be silly. It was like kissing him first – I could do whatever I wanted and not have to worry what he’d think of me.