Well There You Go. Even A Psychopath

I’m Not A Violent Person, Sydney. Not At All. I’ll Make Love Over War Any Day. But I Swear, If They’d Hurt You—” “they Didn’t,” I Said Firmly. I Refused To Let Him Know How Scared I’d Been Because I Was Afraid He Might Go After Them. “i’m Fine. You Came To The Rescue.” A Smile Played At His Lips. “something Tells Me You Would’ve Rescued Yourself.” And Like That, The Smile Vanished. “but Spirit Would’ve Been A Lot More Effective Than A Branch.” “your Treejitsu Was Very Effective.

Dad Told Uncle Seth Not To Screw Things Up,” She Informed Me As We Washed Our Hands. “he Said Even If Uncle Seth Is Famous, Him Getting A Woman Like You Defies Belief.” I Laughed And Smoothed Down The Skirt Of My Dress. “i Don’t Know About That. I Don’t Think Your Dad Gives Your Uncle Enough Credit." Brandy Gave Me A Sage Look, Worthy Of Someone Much Older. “uncle Seth Spent Last Valentine’s Day At A Library.

I Find Prostitutes Vastly Important.

You're Burned Into My Mind Forever. There Is Nothing, Nothing In This World That Will Ever Change That." And It Was Memories Like That That Made It So Hard To Comprehend This Quest To Kill Him, Even If He Was A Strigoi. Yet...at The Same Time I Had To Destroy Him. I Needed To Remember Him As The Man Who'd Loved Me And Held Me In Bed. I Needed To Remember That That Man Would Not Want To Stay A Monster.

The Problem With Having So Many People Call Me By Nicknames Was That When Someone Called Me By My Actual Name, It Usually Meant Something Serious Was Happening.