Common courtesy dictates that we never drain the lifeblood of anyone to whom we've been formally introduced.

He obviously needed more practice, but no matter how often I abandoned him out there, his sense of direction never seemed to improve.

Do I pass, Dr. Saunders?

Here I had a wonderful man who cared for me and I was screwing around with a self-absorbed, conniving monster who'd betrayed me in the worst possible way.

Maybe I'm being selfish, but I choose you." He leaned over, lips brushing mine as he whispered, "I always choose you.

With no chance to take off, I had to play my role, searching for the rendezvous spot, which gave me the excuse to look for an escape opportunity. Maybe a hole in the wall too small for Tori’s mom to follow me through or a precarious stack of boxes I could topple onto her head or an abandoned hammer I could brain her with. I’d never “brained” anyone in my life, but with Tori’s mom, I was willing to try.

Are you the welcoming committee? Or has Jeremy finally chained you up to the front gate where you belong?" "I missed you too.