Vampires. Honestly, They're Like Children Sometimes.

You're A Dhampir," I Breathed. "so Are You." He Teased. "yeah, But I Just Thought—" "that I Was Human? Because Of The Bite Marks?" "yeah." I Admitted, No Point In Lying. "we All Have To Survive," He Said "and Dhamphirs Are Good At Figuring Ways Out To.

There’s Nothing Wrong With Wanting To Be With Someone,” I Said Diplomatically. Unless That Person Turns Your World Upside Down And Makes You Lose All Self-control.

Georgina," He Murmured, Pulling Me Closer. "you Are The World.

You Have An Interesting Set Of Morals," He Observed. "breaking Out Of Jail Is Okay. But Steal A Car, And You Sound Totally Outraged.

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