Was Deirdre Right About Me Purposely Wanting

You Did Not Just Say That. I Have A Feeling We're On The Verge Of Hugging And Coming Up With Cute Nicknames For Each Other.

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.

What's Going On?" I Sat Down On The Bed And Finished The Last Of The Scone. "bad Things," She Said Mischievously. "you'll Approve.

Even Now, Despite Angeline's Watchfulness, She'd Occasionally Oscillate Between Random Topics, Like How Shepherd's Pie Wasn't A Pie At All And Why It Was Pointless For Her To Take Class In Typing When Technology Would Eventually Develop Robot Companions To Do It For Us.

Adrian Gave The Picture A Nod Of Approval Before Handing Me The Phone. "okay, Even I Can Admit That's Pretty Cute." I Found Myself Overanalyzing The Comment. What Had He Meant In Saying 'even He' Could Admit It? That I Was Cute For A Human? Or That I Had Just Met Some Kind Of Adrian Hot-girl Criteria?