Sorry, you're on the ride now, and there's no getting off in the middle.

John Matthew was her well of soul, as the symphaths called it,or her pyrocant, to the vampires. Her essential weakness.

All right, then, her first rule for the rest of her days: no more looking outside for definitions. She might not have any clue who she was, but better to be lost and searching than shoved into a social box by someone else.

Man, life was complicated. But the truth was simple. He was her home. He was where she belonged.

V tired to imagine giving up his proclivities. "My monster needs to get out. Especially now.

How sweetly he came to her, she thought. Even with his bulk and power, he came to her...sweetly.

You want to poof it or ride back with me?