One Of The Few Downsides To Being

If You Wanted To Remold People, You Had To Break Them Down First.

That's What Humanity Is: A Series Of Successes And Failures, A Testing Of One's Own Nature And Aptitude. Neither The Body Nor The Soul Can Sustain Such A State. Eventually It Consumes A Person

Angeline's Been Hanging Out With That Dhampir. I Just Saw Them Walking Off Together. Is Something Going On With Them?" "which Dhampir?" I Asked. "the One With The Fake British Accent." "i Don't Think It's Fake." "well, Whatever." Even I Could Read The Jealousy In Trey's Features. "what's Up With Them?" "pretty Sure There's Nothing." "then Why Are They Always Together?" Because She's Trying To Get Over You, I Thought.

I Loved You!” He Yelled. He Jumped Up Out Of His Chair So Quickly I Never Saw It Coming. “i Loved You, And You Destroyed Me. You Took My Heart And Ripped It Up. You Might As Well Have Staked Me!” The Change In His Features Also Caught Me By Surprise. His Voice Filled The Room. So Much Grief, So Much Anger. So Unlike The Usual Adrian. He Strode Toward Me, Hand Clasped Over His Chest. “i. Loved. You. And You Used Me The Whole Time.

Wait. You Think I'm Going To Die? That's Why You Slept With Me?