He's going to hurt you," Al said, looking at Pierce. "I can take care of you, teach you to survive. Be there for you, even if you do hate me." I shivered. "I don't want him," I said, and Al turned away, seeming smaller somehow.

Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly.

"We were the pair. One too afraid to feel anything lest she lose control of her ironclad hold on her emotions, and the other so hungry to feel anything that she´d risk her free will for one night of fun.".

Don’t stereotype, Jenks. HAPA is an equal-opportunity hate group,” I said.

Wayde yelled, and I hit him again, adrenaline pulling a scream of outrage from me. He went quiet, and I held my breath to make sure I could hear him breathing. I suppose I could have used my magic on him, but this was a lot more satisfying.

Death and blood didn’t turn on a vampire. Fear and the chance to take blood did. There was a difference.

Lately I’d begun carrying pain amulets in my bag, like some people have breath mints.