And love … love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too.
Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in the absence of concrete proof.
A book unopened alters not the ink on it's pages
Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.
But come on, like she hadn't seen every aisle in his grocery store already?
No, you've got it all wrong, John." Reading his emotions, she shook her head. "You're not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You're twice what anyone else is because you survived.