Beautiful. He called me beautiful. Damn me, but I liked it.
“Oh, Lennox, do you know you’re playing with fire?” She shrugged. “Being burned is nothing.”
“Oh, bella, I am death.”
I would take her hatred. If that was the only thing she’d give me, so be it.
Fuck me, but the huntress was beautiful, and she was all mine. Mine to adore. Mine to torture. Mine to cherish. Mine.
“I loathe you.” “Tell me another filthy lie.”
Vampires aren’t supposed to sparkle.