Itโs hard to look at Barron now, but I do. Heโs smirking. His black hair and black suit make him into a shadow, as if I conjured some dark mirror of myself.
Holly BlackStartled, he loosed his grasp and she pulled free. He clutched her arm, but she spun around and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were rough, chapped. She felt the sting of fangs against her bottom lip. He made a sharp sound in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. Mouth opening under hers. The smell of him- of cold, damp stone- made her head swim. One kiss slid into another and it was perfect, was exactly right, was real.
Holly Black