Metaphors. This Was The Cost Of Making

But I Couldn't Help Myself, Couldn't Help The Way I Felt As I Recalled The Bliss And Rush Of A Vampire's Bite.

God, I Got Lucky. If I'd Hurt It, It Would Have Put Me Out Of Practice For A While.” Smiling, He Returned To His Chair. "i Know. You Kept Telling Me That While I Was Carrying You. You Were Very Upset.” "you...you Carried Me Here?” "after We Broke The Bench Apart And Freed Your Foot.” Man. I'd Missed Out On A Lot. The Only Thing Better Than Imagining Dimitri Carrying Me In His Arms Was Imagining Him Shirtless While Carrying Me In His Arms.

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

No. . .i Mean, I'm Sorry He. . .you Know, Said Those Things To You." "it's Part Of Being A 'good' Family. Everyone's Got Skeletons In Their Closet.

No," He Said, Voice Thick And Husky. His Fingers Dug Into The Chair's Arms. "you'd Better Not Get Too Close." I Stopped, Laughing Softly. "you Don't Strike Me As The Assaulting Type, Mortensen." "yeah, Well, There's A First Time For Everything.