Memories Were Short And History Unkind. It

Be Still,” He Said, Voice Harsh. “i Might Not Be Able To Control Myself If You Step Away.

You Persist In This Romantic Vision Of What It Is To Be A Vampire, But Despite My Best Efforts To Curb It I Have A Taste For Blood.

Are You Smelling Me?” After Yesterday I Suspected That My Body Was Giving Him All Kinds Of Information I Didn't Want Him To Have. “don't Tempt Me,” He Murmured.

There’s Nothing More Powerful Than Human Fear—not Magic, Not Vampire Strength. Nothing.

It Is A Blessing As Well As A Burden To Love So Much That You Can Hurt So Badly When Love Is Gone.